Page 68 of The Burdens We Share
He shakes his head, “No. I’m smiling because your laughter is contagious and I’ve never seen you laugh so hard.”
I wave my hand in the air to silence him, “No no no. You were spilling all of this rigamarole, talking about ‘this is garbage,’ ‘how can you watch this,’ and all this, but here you are, invested.”
He rolls his eyes, “I’m not invested.”
“Admit you are and I won’t expose you in the Satan’s Angels group chat,” I bargain.
He gives me a warning look, so I add, “The one with Harveyand Sly.”
He furrows his brows, “I’m also in that chat, did you forget?” He ponders something for a second and adds, “Wait, you said ‘the one.’ You guys have more than one chat?”
Another chuckle escapes, “Did you seriously think that Aria, Brody, Selene, and I wouldeverallow any of you into the chat for the girls?”
He frowns, “What goes on in that chat?”
I shake my head, “I am not at liberty to discuss.”
“You realize I could hack into that chat in seconds, right?” He asks, his brow raised.
I fix him with a glare, “You wouldn’t.”
“Who says I haven’t already?” He asks, his voice ominous.
I narrow my eyes at him, “The fact that you didn’t even know about the chat to begin with.”
His serious facade falters and he grins, “Good point, baby.”
He leans forward to kiss me, but I place two fingers over his lips to stop his lips from touching mine. I raise a threatening brow, “Have you ever hacked my texts?”
Dallas sighs against my fingers, “No,” his voice comes out muffled.
I continue to stare intensely at him even though I believe him. After the file, he wouldn’t keep anything like this a secret from me. We promised no more secrets. Besides, even before our promise, I know he would never invade my privacy like that. If he did, he would know the chat existed to begin with.
He frowns, “I promised you no secrets. I would never hack your text messages.” His voice comes out disbelieving as ifhecan’t believe thatIwould ever believe such a thing.
I remove my fingers from his lips and kiss him chastely, “I know.”
He kisses me again and deepens it this time. I feel my center growing slick with need and suddenly, we are rudely interruptedby his phone ringing. He breaks the kiss for a second and kisses the tip of my nose, “I’ll silence it.” He looks frustrated, like he wants to kill whoever dared interrupt what we were about to do, but also like he’s trying not to show it. Too bad for him that he’s as transparent as a stripper’s clothes.
He reaches for his phone on his nightstand and I take the opportunity to ogle his bare chest. I’m admiring every ab muscle and defined oblique when he mutters, “Babe, I have to take this.” Ugh, how I love when he calls me that.
Wait, what?“Who is it?” Who could possibly be more important than what we were about to do? There’s a hint of annoyance in my tone.
He ignores me as he answers the phone, bringing it to his ear as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, his back to me. Under other circumstances, I would resort to ogling his back muscles, but he just ignored my question.Andhe answered the phone when we were about to have sex.
“Hey buddy, what’s up?” He greets whoever it is on the other end, his voice firm. It’s so unlike the way he speaks to me that I can’t garner who it might be. Could it be Harvey? No. He doesn’t call Harvey “buddy.”
I tap his back impatiently and he turns to look at me over his shoulder. I whisper, “Who is that?” And he holds up a finger and mouths,hold on.
Now he’s telling me to hold on? Yeah, not happening. I sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed next to him, facing him head on. He smirks at me but focuses on the conversation in his ear. “Yeah, I can help you with that.”
I tap his shoulder and mouth,no more secrets.
Dallas adds into the phone, “Hold on one second,” he takes the phone from his ear and presses a button, holding it up. “It’s on speaker. Sam, say hello to your sister.”
Sam?!Dallas is on the phone with my brother? Dallas calledmy brother buddy? Do they talk often? This seems like a standard occurrence in the way he answered the phone.
“Hi, sissy,” Sam teases from the phone speaker.
