Page 37 of The Biker's Brother

“Okay. I’m done.” He opened the curtain and said, “Hand me a towel.”

Her eyes flicked downward like a magnet as she reached for the towel and handed it to him. When she saw that his penis was flaccid, she smirked, opened the door and left. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she thought he was still remarkable, even when soft.

The cold air that rushed into the bath almost made him gasp.

Damn that woman.

He was briskly rubbing the towel over his hair when the phone rang. He’d left it precariously perched on the two-inch ledge around the sink.

“Hello.”

“What’s the matter?” Brant asked in his voice that came out as either a soft growl, for his mother, or a loud growl, for everybody else.

“There’s nothing the matter.”

“Then why do you sound irritated?”

“I’m not irritated. I’m just getting out of the shower. I want to dry off and put on clothes.”

After a pause, Brant said, “What did you do with the girl when you were in the shower?”

Brandon’s teeth clenched together so hard he was afraid he was going to chip them all. “I made her sit on the toilet so I could keep an eye on her.”

After another lengthy pause Brant broke into laughter. He wasn’t sure he’deverheard his father laugh that hard.

“And that didn’t bother her?” Brant said, still chuckling.

“Not at all.”

“Well, son, if the sight of a Fornight naked doesn’t bother a girl, you’re doing something wrong.”

“She isn’t bothered because she thinks I’m…” He turned away and cupped his hand over the phone to muffle his voice because the bath door was standing open to the bedroom, “…not straight.”

“You mean she thinks you’re lying? Not telling it straight?”

Brandon gritted his teeth. “No. That’s not what I mean.”

It took a minute for Brant to run through the list of other possibilities. When Brand’s meaning finally registered, he started laughing all over again.

“Things got complicated,” Brandon said defensively.

“Well, Jesus, son. I’m just glad you’re taking this seriously.”

Brandon wasn’t sure if that was sarcastic or not. “Was there a reason why you called?”

“You mean other than to be thoroughly entertained? Yeah. Head back north into Kentucky in the morning and find the private airfield for Taylor County. Ask for a guy named Travis. He’s gonna fly you over to New Mexico. To Poco Loco. I know a rancher with a private airstrip on his property. There’ll be a car waiting for you. Stay in touch.”

“Okay.”

“Oh. Your mother has a pink feather thing she wears just to drive me crazy. If you’d like to borrow…”

Brandon ended the call and almost threw the phone.

He pulled on his clean,dryclothes and stepped into the bedroom. Cami was sitting cross-legged on the bed with the food spread out, watchingBlood Sport.

She had a quarter of a club sandwich in her hand and was chewing happily. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait. After I finally got clean and dry I was able to focus on other things, like the fact that I’m starving.”

Brandon lifted an eyebrow. “Jean-Claude Van Damme?”

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