Adios Pantalones (Fisher Brothers 3)

I hoped that last bit would melt whatever hardness was left in her heart when it came to me, although I presumed there was little left. I meant every sappy word that came out of my mouth. I believed in treating a woman well, and I wanted to be more than just a good role model for Matson. I wanted to be a good man for Sofia.

Her soft gaze met mine. “Can’t really argue with that, now can I?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.” She let out a sigh as her cell phone rang. Glancing down, a frown replaced her smile. “It’s my mom. Hold that thought.”

She answered the call, her brows pinched together as her tone went from carefree to concerned. My gut reaction as I listened to her side of the conversation was that Derek had done something, and my stomach clenched as I waited for her to get off the phone and tell me what was up.

After telling her mom she’d be right there, she ended the call and looked at me. “Matson doesn’t feel well.”

I pushed out of my chair before gathering the dishes and placing them in the sink. “You’d better go get him.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?”

A small line appeared between her brows. “Because we barely even got to have our date. And this is the kind of thing that happens in my life.”

This woman was a paradox. She was so secure in some ways, but so insecure when it came to dating, worried about how I’d react to her life.

“What happens? Your son gets sick and you have to take care of him? That’s what you’re supposed to do, Sofia. And one day, we’ll do that together. It won’t matter if he’s sick, or upset, or just wants to hang with us. One day if something like this comes up, we’ll handle it together.”

My certainty about us might have seemed fast, but not to me. I’d been dancing around Sofia for a while now, trying to get her to go out with me, so this didn’t feel like a first date. My feelings for her had already been established before tonight. And once I found out about her son, it was like a switch flipped inside me, and my desire for her only grew.

She swallowed, drawing my attention to her throat, making me want to nip and suck at the delicate skin there. “You’re so certain about everything.”

I took a step toward her. “About you, yes.”

Leaning down, I reached for her and tilted her head toward me before my lips met hers. Our mouths opened instantly, our tongues finding each other in a desperate dance that was anything but sweet.

We wanted each other, that much was clear. But it would have to wait.

Right now, she had a son who needed her way more than my dick did.

Smashed

Sofia

Kissing Ryan was the equivalent of a sex dream, considering that’s all I’d experienced the last few years. His kisses were explosive, erotic, all-consuming, and fulfilling. At least, until you opened your eyes and realized it was all a dream.

Thank God when I opened my eyes after kissing Ryan, he was still there, all six-foot-one of him, ready and willing to do it again if I asked. And I had a feeling I’d be asking often.

As we walked outside to our cars, Ryan dropped my hand. “What the hell?”

Confused, I focused on where he was staring, and my stomach bottomed out at the sight of his smashed front windshield. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to it, leaving a hole in the center with a hundred cracked circles spiderwebbing out from it.

I looked up, assuming that something had fallen from the sky or a nearby tree and landed on his car, but there was nothing above it. Glancing in the gutter and along the sidewalk for the culprit, I came up empty as well. “What in the world? How did this happen?”

Ryan gave me a knowing look. “Angel?” he said patiently, willing me to get on the same page as him.

“Oh my God. Do you think Derek did this?”

“It was hit right here.” He pointed at the hole in the center of the glass where the crack originated. “With purpose. Unless a brick fell from the sky and landed on my car, I’d say this was absolutely intentional.”

“Should we call the police?”

“There’s nothing they can do.”