Page 323 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Okay, only two things to cover legally are one, Bren engaged LMM to recover the book and two, you’re acting under LMM’s license. If Theo asks any questions about the investigation beyond that, just refer him to me. He knows better, but that’s never stopped him in the past.”
“Roger that.”
“He can be a bastard and he’s not above pushing buttons. You sure you’re okay with that?”
“All good,” I confirm.
Theo can push as hard as he likes. I’m the one who got the girl.
“Are you coming to the club later?”
I shake my head. “Bren and I are going to take off around two and meet up with Napa and Wreck, drive up to Poughkeepsie for the night.”
“That death machine.” Logan groans. “You just love stripping years off my life. Be careful.”
I grin. Logan’s never been a fan of my bike. He’s not a huge fan of cars, either, after his parents were killed in a massive pile-up on the Turnpike. “I will be. We’re stopping back off with the bikers on Sunday night for a barbeque. Depending on how things go, we’ll either be late home or stay a second night on the road. I’ll keep you posted.”
Max tosses a flat, black box that I only catch because of my long history with these boys and them throwing things at my head when I least expect it.
I rattle the box at him and Max winces. “Careful with one of my babies.”
“What is it?”
“Tracker for your bike. Call me when you’re on it and I’ll walk you through the installation. It’ll take you less than five minutes and I’ll have audio and video.”
I can’t fault their preparation. “Hope you enjoy a whole lotta road and road noise.”
Max lifts his shoulders. “Better than the noise outta Brenna’s shop. The tattoo guns are giving me migraines.”
“They are noisy,” I agree.
“Anything else we need to talk about?” Logan asks, looking up from notes he’s been making.
“Just one thing from me,” I say. “Bren and I are going to sign a contract on Monday. Will you be witnesses?”
Logan stares at me for a long moment. “You’re offering her a contract?”
“I am.”
“Good for you, man,” Max says. “I’m in. Cynnie’ll be over the moon. She loves Bren.”
“You mind if I have a word with Bren?” Logan asks.
“Be my guest.” I think about threatening him with bodily harm if he scares off my sammie, but I trust Logan with my life and my sammie’s not scared of anything, so I let it pass.
seventeen
BRENNA
I’m riding sohigh from Mac’s return of my sketches I feel like I’ve smoked a whole bong of Super Lemon Haze.
After I jump up on him and nearly knock him over, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me over to the couch. He sits with me in his lap, straddling him, and claims a hundred kisses as his reward. Some of those kisses are on his mouth but a lot of them land on his cock.
After he gives me a big load of “you’re welcome,” we cuddle on the couch, skin to skin. Mac’s left his jeans open and his cock’s a soft, damp weight against my hip which is somehow more intimate than his cock being hard. Logan’s ridiculously huge flatscreen is showing the news but neither of us is watching it. I’m drowning in those sky-blue eyes. Mac’s lazily tracing the rose tattoo on my shoulder with his fingertip.
“I asked Logan and Max and the girls to be our witnesses on Monday,” he says, low and soft.
“What’d they say?” I run my fingers down the depression of his spine, my fingertips gliding in the sheen of sweat on his skin.
