Page 261 of Unexpected Heroine

Sawyer answers quickly. “What’s up, T?”

“Lettie would like to swing by a drive-thru for lunch. Thoughts?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Who is this? I thought it was Tomer calling. But he would never ask my opinion for something like this.”

“Nice to see your annoying personality has returned,” I deadpan. “I’m tired and want a second opinion. What do you think?”

“Should be fine as long as it’s quick. I’ll circle the lot while you go through the line, keeping my eyes peeled.”

Lettie watches me closely, waiting for my decision. Her hopeful gaze burns my cheek.

Inhaling through my nose, I nod a few times before verbally agreeing. “Okay. Fine.”

“Where?” Sawyer asks.

Lettie perks up, jumping in with a response. “There’s a Panera across from the shelter.”

Sawyer turns on his British accent. “Might I be so bold as to request a kitchen sink cookie as a thank you for my troubles?”

Rolling my eyes, I agree. “Fine.”

Lettie giggles into her hand. “Class clown indeed.”

“That’s why we didn’t invite him on the mission,” I toss back at her with a wink, despite it not being the truth. He wasn’t invited because he’s too loyal to Leo, who would have told Big Al or stopped us.

“Hey, I heard that, Chuck.”

Lettie arches an accusatory brow at me. “Chuck?”

Great. Just what I need is for her to think I have another name.

Having heard her question the name, Sawyer launches into an explanation. “Lettie, you’re part of the Redleg family now, so it’s time you hear the tale of Chuck the Nofunfuck. It all started a few years ago. There was this client who couldn’t remember Tomer’s name, so she called him?—”

Lettie cuts him off. “I know you ain’t fixin’ to tell me you’ve been callin’ him Chuck the Nofunfuck for years.”

Oh damn. Her angry voice is out, twang and all. My dick notices instantly, pulsing twice against the back of my fly.

Sawyer announces, “Bad connection. Gotta go.”

“That’s what I thought,” she huffs, jerking her chin down as if adding an exclamation point. “If he finished that sentence, I was gonna... argh.”

Biting back a smile, I ask, “What were you gonna do, Lettie?”

“Exit the car at the next traffic light. Then I’d run back there, slap him to sleep, and then slap him harder for sleeping behind the wheel.”

I clamp my mouth shut. If I say anything to her right now, it’ll be how much I love her and how much I want her to fuck herself on my tongue. Since she probably doesn’t want to hear all that, I keep quiet.

While waiting at the traffic light in front of Panera, she asks, “Is that what you meant that one time?”

“What one time, sugar?”

“You once told me they were sometimes mean to you at work. Or you felt like you didn’t belong there. Was it stuff like that?”

I should have distracted her with an offer to ride my face.

The light turns green before she demands an answer from me. Using the opportunity to buy some time, I tell her, “Put a pin in that for now. I need to be on guard while we’re stopped.”

Luckily, she concedes, “Fine. For now.”

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