Page 39 of Hell on an Angel
“We’ll both get used to it.” When he didn’t say anything else, Kennedy told him the plan. “We’re heading out tomorrow. Maliki and Cree mapped out a four-day run. That’s if the weather permits. If anything, we’ll take the week to get there.”
“Which way are you heading?”
“Our first stop is Bad River Reservation, then into Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Deep River, and finally, into Old Montreal.”
“That’s a good run. A long run, in cold weather.”
“Nothing I haven’t done already.”
Player chuckled at hearing Kennedy talk like she was a badass. Maybe she was—he had no idea and shouldn’t assume anything. “Tell Cree to call me when he has a minute.”
Wanting her brother to know Cree was taking care of her, she told him so. “Player, Cree’s been taking good care of me.”
He heard the breathy undertone of her words. He heard the words she didn’t say. Player knew his sister was in more than ‘like’ with the nomad. When that asshole left her with a broken heart, he’d kill him. Grinding his teeth, he tried not to react to his assumption. “I have to run, sis, but I want you to check in with me while you’re on the road.”
“I will. See you when I see you.”
Kennedy hung up the phone with a knot in her stomach. Something in the conversation had changed between them. She had no idea why she felt that way, but she was good at recognizing when someone’s voice inflections changed. Shrugging it off, she didn’t know her brother well enough to worry that something was wrong between them.
“How’d the conversation go?” Cree asked from his spot in the doorway.
“I’m not sure, but I think I may have upset him somehow.” Kennedy went over the conversation, but she couldn’t figure it out.
Cree saw the worry on her pretty face and moved from the doorway. Dropping down on the sofa, he pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around her lush body, he kissed her playfully. “Tell me what you said before you hung up.” It was always the last comment in a conversation that changed the tone.
“I told him you were taking good care of me.”
Raising an eyebrow, he knew exactly what Player heard. The brother heard her say those words and he read between the lines. “Sweetheart, he probably still doesn’t like the idea of us being involved.” He wouldn’t say they were fucking because it was too crude of a description. He wouldn’t say they were sleeping together because that said the situation wasn’t more than that. No, they were involved one hundred percent.
“Hmmm.”
Cree left it alone. Stretching out on the sofa, he tugged Kennedy down with him. They lay together for hours, dozing in and out of sleep. Tomorrow, they would pack up and head to Bad River Reservation. He’d already called ahead and made plans for their stay. Opening his eyes, Cree checked the time. They needed to get up if Kennedy still wanted to go out for dinner.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kennedy was having the best dream. She was on a white sand, beach listening to soft waves crash against the shore. Her enjoyment was interrupted by a pinch to her ass. Looking around, she expected to see a crab with its pincher nipping at her. Nothing. She saw nothing except the annoying sun blinding her. “Don’t make me bite you again.”
“What?” Opening her eyes, Kennedy wanted to go back to the beach, not be awake on Red Lake Reservation. “What time is it?”
“Earlier than you’re hoping for.” Cree kissed the back of her knee. His reward was a little moan.Sexy.
“Why?” she purred, enjoying Cree’s lips touching all the spots no one ever thought about.
“We need to get everything packed up and hit the road in a few hours,” he mumbled as he continued kissing and nibbling his way down her calves.
If he didn’t stop, they weren’t going to get on the road on time. “Okay, you go cook breakfast, and I’ll catch a few more minutes of sleep.”
Raising up on his knees, Cree grabbed her ankles and started dragging her down the bed, making her giggle. “Nope. You’re getting up.”
Stifling a laugh, Kennedy tried hard to stay where she was. “You kept me up too late last night.”
“Me?” Cree feigned shock at her words. “That must’ve been your other boyfriend.”
“Yes, you.” She laughed hard until the word ‘boyfriend’ penetrated her brain. He admitted he was her boyfriend.It was the most perfect word ever, she thought.
Giving up, Cree lay on top of Kennedy, nibbling on her ear. “Think of it this way. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we get off the road.”
“If you keep messing with my ear, we won’t get out of this bed for a few hours.”
