Until Fools Find Gold (Providence Gold 1)

He let out a cross between a sigh and huff of frustration and then his forehead, still attached to mine, started to turn in the direction that the voice had come from.

Not wanting to lose the connection to him, I figured I’d turn too. The movement was slow, and we ended up with the sides of our foreheads still touching as I took in the giant guy standing beside us with his hands on his hips, looking at Noah in confusion.

I’d been so absorbed in what Noah had been doing, that I hadn’t even heard the sound of this guy’s car pulling up near us. It was like he’d appeared out of magic!

He was wearing jeans that looked like they’d been made just for him they fit that well, and his pale blue shirt was immaculate. This guy was hot, really hot, and in an unusual way.

Then Noah did something that almost made my legs give out behind me and made me supremely grateful for the sexy car pressed up against my back. He growled– while our torsos were pressed together, He. Freaking. Growled.

And it felt spectacular!

NoahI’d been so focused on spending time with Luna that I’d forgotten to tell Rich that I’d come to the warehouse to collect the contracts that had been dropped off there.

When she’d been brought back by Levi that night all those months ago, we’d discussed it and decided that anyone who wasn’t on the approved list would need to be put through a special security vetting to make sure that Luna stayed safe. This meant that any paperwork and contracts were dropped off at a warehouse that we had. It was only a thirty- minute drive away from us, but I’d taken the long route so that I could spend time with her.

Rich normally did the drive for us as the head of operations, which explained why he was looking so confused.

“Fuck,” I sighed, reluctantly pulling my head off of Luna’s and standing up. I made sure to keep our bodies pressed together though. “Sorry, man. I meant to text and let you know I was going to bring Luna to get the papers. She’s got cabin fever!”

Even though she’d been with us for a good amount of time, he hadn’t had the opportunity to actually meet her yet. We’d been working flat out and now had operations running in four locations, so he was a busy guy.

When his eyes flicked to her, the smooth bastard broke out his best smile and reached a hand out toward her.

Before he could open his mouth, I beat him to it. “Luna, this is Rich Suave. Rich, this is Luna.”

“Hey, Rich,” she shook his hand, as his eyes flicked to me in irritation.

I had no regrets on this one, there’d been a specific reason why I had wanted to say his name to her. She hadn’t picked it up immediately, but Luna wasn’t a slouch.

The fact his name was Rich Suave, and he looked the way he did would register, and soon.

“Luna,” he rumbled. His voice was deep and would have fit a bear of a man. As it was, he stood two inches taller than my six-foot-four, but I wouldn’t describe him as a bear. More like an Amazon. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I hope you’re feeling better.” When she nodded and smiled at him, his face softened for a moment, and then he focused back on me. I didn’t doubt he knew that I was going to punch his face in if he’d looked at her like that much longer. “So, do you want to get them, or should I?” He jerked his chin in the direction of the door to the warehouse office where the paperwork would be waiting.

“You get them,” I decided, coming up with a backup plan that Luna would love. “I’ve got an idea that’ll make Miss. Priss here happy,” I nodded my head in her direction and tried not to laugh when I heard her huff at the nickname I’d called her.

When she’d first come into our lives, I’d called her Miss. Priss because we all treated her like a princess, and she’d hated it. She was so used to looking after herself and wasn’t a girly girl at all, so it took her a while to accept all the love and attention from my family. That was part of why I’d avoided acknowledging how I really felt about her for so long– she was meant to be protected and loved by us all, and not in that way.

From the sounds of her huff, she still hated that nickname. What she didn’t know was that she would always be my Miss. Priss and I would always treat her like she was fragile and needed protecting from the world.