“No, baby.And you’re a butterfly.”
She whipped her gaze up at me.“What?”
“I watched you every fucking night.You’re a butterfly.Beautiful and delicate”
After a couple of blinks, she frowned.“That’s weird, Jake.Every night?That’s a little obsessive.”
There was nothing little about it.I was fucking gone for her.
“I’ll have the cameras removed from your quarters tomorrow.”
She let out a sigh and her shoulders relaxed before the corner of her lips curved.“Those are Bianca’s quarters, and I’m not sure she’ll like being your caged butterfly.”
“You’re right.Bianc would have my fucking balls for that.”
Sienna’s quiet giggle abated some of the tightness gripping my neck.Her upturned, extremely pretty face drew me closer.“Why do you smile at the rain, baby?”
“My mom loved rain, so when it rains, I feel like she’s watching over me.”
On cue, light rain splattered on the windows, drawing her gaze there.She turned back to me, and the suspicion had washed out of her expression.
“Jake, we should talk.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight—Rabid dogs
Jake
Trust and worry warred in her eyes.
“Baby, let’s have something to eat.”
I was stalling.Fucking stalling.The minute she’d hear what she had to know, she’d hate me again, which might drive her straight into Morrison’s clutches.Fuck.Who was I kidding?I was biding my time because I wanted to keep that fragile trust in her gaze.
“Jake, you know I can take the truth from you.”
And get hurt again.