Me: Who do you think it is?
Olivia: I don’t have time for games.
Me: Sure you do.
She had last night.
Olivia: Listen here. My friend is a sheriff with the local county, and I am this close to calling him and reporting your ass.
I laughed. I didn’t think she’d mess with me back.
Me: You can give him my number, but he already has it.
Olivia: Tommy?
I frowned. I’d thought she already knew it was me.
Me: Yes, Tommy. Who did you think it was?
Olivia: You.
Hmm. I didn’t quite believe her, but I could be wrong. I couldn’t see her face or hear her voice. Rather than push her on it, I changed the subject.
Me: When will you be ready to go?
Olivia: I’m ready now.
I should have known.
Me: I need to shower, and then I’ll be over soon.
Olivia: Just text me when you’re done. I’ll meet you outside.
Fifteen minutes later, I headed downstairs, ready to walk over to Maddox and Addison’s to get the vehicles. But when I walked outside, I saw that they were both there.
“Hey,” Olivia said, coming over to me. She handed me the keys. “I walked over there this morning, and Addison and I drove both of the vehicles back.”
I studied her. She looked a lot like the first time I’d met her. Hair up, fancy suit on, and uptight.
You would have never known that this woman had been a sweaty mess last night in bed. Or that she had screamed so loud that I was half-deaf in one ear this morning.
In fact, she was acting like nothing had happened between us. She wasn’t blushing or looking at me coyly. She was business as usual.
I had half a mind to spin her around, bend her over the hood, and lift up her skirt just to see if my handprint was still on her ass.
She snapped her fingers in front of me. “Tommy.”
I shook off any thoughts of getting Olivia naked. “Yeah?”
“I said, are you okay to drive?” She patted her laptop bag. “I’m going to do a little work on the way there.”
“Yes, I’m okay to drive.”
As if I ever wasn’t going to be the one behind the wheel. She was riding with me, not the other way around. And I didn’t like that she was going to use her job to avoid talking to me.
I’d been inside her, damn it, and now, she was trying to pretend like I hadn’t made her come so hard that her whole body trembled.
I snatched the keys out of her hand and thought about not unlocking it until she acknowledged that we’d had sex last night.
But she was already opening the door. Of course she had already unlocked it.
I stomped over to the driver’s side and got in. “Put on your seat belt,” I snapped.
She narrowed her eyes at me as she pulled the belt over her. “Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
Maybe because someone was rude and snuck out of it first.
I thought it but didn’t say it. She would use it as an excuse to get into a fight and not talk to me. And I wasn’t going to let her pretend like we hadn’t fucked all night.
I kept my eyes on the road as I started Maddox’s SUV and backed out of the parking spot. “Nah. I was just up all night, handing out orgasms like they were fucking candy.” I smirked as I put the vehicle in drive. “But then again, there’s nothing new about that.”
14
Olivia
I opened my laptop with a sigh. I knew that Tommy was upset, but I didn’t have time to coddle him.
My assistant, Derek, had woken me up with an important text at five in the morning, concerning the case I’d won last month. I’d thought it was over until I got that message. It was a good thing we were already going to Des Moines; otherwise, I would have gone on my own.
I was keeping my promise to Addison that I would come back, but there was a strong chance I’d have to convince Tommy to let me stay longer than half an hour.
“I was thinking, why don’t you drop me off at my office while you go and pick up the windows? Since you don’t need my help.”
He turned his head and scowled at me. “You get a half hour, remember?”
I’d had no idea men could be so touchy about sex. But I also couldn’t tell if he wanted me to acknowledge how great he was in the sack or if he didn’t like the fact that I’d left before he woke up.
There was no way I was going to tell him that he had given me the best sex of my life. Absolutely not. I was not going to feed into his ego. Men were born with spoon-fed egos just for being men, but I could explain to him why I had left so early. I did realize that men also had feelings, and I might have hurt Tommy’s.
“I know that’s what we agreed upon, but something has come up at work. I might need a little more time.”
His jaw clenched, and I knew I was going to have to explain further to get him to understand.
“Recently, I had a case where a young man was wrongly accused of killing his girlfriend. She was sixteen, and he’s seventeen. Despite everything pointing to someone else committing the crime—DNA didn’t match, fingerprints didn’t match, my client had an alibi—her family was—is—convinced that he did it. And they will not let it go even though we won and he can never be tried again because of double jeopardy.”
My client, Tate Garrett, had been accused of killing his girlfriend, Annabelle Scott. Her father, Gary Scott, had a lot of pull. Tate’s case reminded me a little bit of Addison. Her father was rich and hated Maddox, just like Gary and his wife, Miranda, hated Tate. Thankfully, Addison hadn’t been a
