Page 102 of Live and Let Ride
But I didn’t dare say it.
I said instead, and maybe that was just as bad of an admission.
Brady said with feigned enthusiasm. His pep was fizzling fast.
Griffin said.
His eyes blazed with emotions I hesitated to name.
He swallowed twice before eventually adding,
His eyes seemed to vibrate as they continued to bore into mine.
Brady said.
Layla said with an affected accent,
Griffin muttered.
Griffin turned over Clyde; the Mustang rumbled to life, vibrating like a fine-tuned muscle car should. Moments later, Bonnie purred behind us.
I said.
Hunt asked.
Brady said.
Layla snorted.
Hunt said. I could feel his frown from a car over.
Layla said.
None of this was news. We’d talked it all over already. It wasn’t like there was all that much to talk about when we were flying in on a prayer—and had hoped to have a little helpful intel from the lie-rents.
Griffin squeezed my knee and offered me a reassuring smile that was so beautiful, I latched on to it hard. It would get me through.
he said to all of us while staring deep into my eyes.
My saucy grin at a time like this surprised me.
His voice, a sexy rasp, I latched on to as well.
Layla first gagged then whined into our link, undisturbed by her contradictory reactions.
I offered her.
An empty distraction. It was what I had.
Layla said, trying to sound like Barry White.
She laughed; it sounded strained.
Brady said flatly.
Layla asked hopefully.
