Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

“That’s not funny, Lizbeth. Take it back.”

“It is funny. You should have seen your face. Such a sour sport!” She vibrates against my back, giggling.

He opens his mouth to argue, but I shoot him a glare, telling him to shut up. This is the f

irst time in weeks she’s been playful and carefree. Fuck his pride.

I twist into her, lowering until we’re eye level, and drop my mouth on hers. She smiles against my lips, using her tongue to trace them. A rumble rolls in my throat, and she throws her arms around my shoulders, kissing me quickly before breaking away.

“You’re not jealous of me wearing Joe’s shirt, are you?”

“Insanely jealous. Possessiveness pulsates through my veins. But knowing tonight, I’ll be deep inside you, naked in my arms, screaming my name, helps tamper the urge to rip it off.”

Loud yells erupt around us as everyone in the box stands cheering. Someone screams about a homerun, but I don’t even look.

All I see is the beauty shining in Bizzy’s eyes. For the first time since Sasha showed her face at my office almost six weeks ago, I have a sense of happiness.

Chapter 20

Shaw

“You have some nerve! Where the hell have you been?” Sasha’s shrill screech jolts me, and I spin in my chair to find her barging into my office.

I make a quick excuse and hang up the phone, looking around for Gail, and remember she’s notarizing some documents in the conference room.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“I’m the one asking the questions! Where the hell have you been?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Bullshit!”

I ignore her long enough to send Gail a text to get back here. Then I stand and move as far opposite from Sasha as possible. The last thing I need is her to fabricate any kind of lie while we have no witnesses.

“Answer me. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to contact you for a week.”

“I’ll remind you, all communication goes through Caldwell.”

“That’s ridiculous, Ren! We’re having a baby, and what you did to me last week with my mom was terrible. I was humiliated!”

“Not my problem.”

Come on, Gail! Hurry!

“It is your problem, too! My mom was so excited and you ruined it! ”

“You told her we were a couple. You lied to her.”

“I had to! You left me no choice.”

“Not my monkey, not my circus.”

If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man. Her eyes grow so wide, I see the blood vessels straining. Splotches form up her arms and across her chest. Her hands move to her stomach protectively, and she hisses when she speaks. “Do you have no decency? We’re having a baby, and you—”

“Shaw? Should I call security?” Gail finally comes in.

“No, but I think it’s time we figure out how Miss Crane continues to get through reception.”