Page 81 of Till The Sun Dies (Checkmate 2)

Kane nods seriously. “He is. He’s the ride or die kind.”

Jess hisses. “You got the‘I’m not mad. I’m disappointed’talk? Ouch. That shit hurts worse than a bullet.”

I roll my eyes and walk across the room to pass a juice to Ang. “You’d know, Knievel.”

“Two,” Kane continues. “You forget I have the garage on loop. Now I have to move all of my guns, since you told the whole fucking street where I keep my shit.”

“It’s hardly hiding if I’m constantly tripping on them.”

“Three; I bugged Ang’s car for funsies.”

“Motherfucker, you did what?” Ang’s voice is angry, but his pointy little finger on the juice glass says otherwise. “What the fuck do you mean you bugged my car? You’re not a cop anymore, and even if you were, I’m not a criminal.”

“I got new toys. Wanted to know how they worked.”

“Get your shit off my fuckin’ car! Nobody’s allowed to touch my car.”

Snickering, Jess hides her face against Kane’s chest. “I didn’t tell you; nobody touches the Charger. He’s in a committed relationship with that thing.”

“Shut up,” Ang snaps. “Kane, get your shit off my car, or there’ll be beef.”

“Wait.” Jess sits up. “Is there a bug on my car?”

“No, Blondie. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.”

“Really?” She narrows her eyes. “Because I feel like you’reexactlythe kinda guy who would invade my privacy like that.”

He drops a kiss on her lips. “Nope. I dropped a different kind in your cereal. You ate the bug, now I can follow you even when you’re not driving.”

She rolls her eyes. “Uh-huh.” She turns to me. “There’s a bug on my car. He’s probably monitoring you, too, Baby. He’s a freak.”

“I am. But it’s research purposes only, I promise.”

“What research?” Ang barks. “You don’t need to know where I am, asshole. And you definitely don’t need to know where Laine is.”

Kane flashes a teasing grin. “Like I already said; I got new toys. I wanna test them out.”

I lift a brow. “Toys?”

“Mm.” Like a voyeur, I can’t stop watching Kane’s tattooed hands massage my sister’s thighs.

I’m a mess. A hormonal mess whose childhood friend accidentally pressed his erection against her this morning, and now I can’t stop obsessing.

“So, I’ve been thinking about work and such.”

“About time,” Ang rolls his eyes. “Unemployment isn’t sexy. Jessie was gonna toss you to the side soon.”

“That’s not true.” She presses a kiss to his lips. “McDonalds is hiring, so when rent was due, I would’ve taken you there.”

He grins. “No McDonalds.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d get fat from all the Big Macs, then you’ddefinitelytoss my fat ass to the side.”

She nods like that’s true.

“Anyway, I’ve acquired certain skills over the years.”

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