Page 20 of Cross Point
Curious, she watched as he started restocking the fridge with the drinks from the cart. He was either being considerate and giving her some privacy to speak to whoever was calling, or he was a little OCD and needed to put the drinks away because he couldn’t help himself. Either way, the space was appreciated even if it wasn’t necessary.
Watching him do such a mundane task shouldn’t have turned her on, but strangely, it did. Knowing who he was and the money and power he wielded, it seemed odd to see him acting so domesticated.
She liked it…a lot.
And that was completely unexpected.
It had never been something she’d cared about before, but she guessed Maxwell was an anomaly. Damn, she would probably have a heart attack if he ever cooked her breakfast wearing an apron. Just thinking about that made her temperature rise. Pushing those pervy thoughts aside, she gulped down some champagne as she glanced down at her phone.
Smiling, she answered the call. “Hey.”
“Trinity, my love! I heard someone tried to run you off the road the other day. Tell me what funeral parlor to send the fucker’s flowers to.”
She laughed at Anthony Moretti’s words. Her friend had a twisted sense of humor similar to her own. “Unfortunately, the fucker got away.”
“That’s…surprising.”
“What can I say? I’m a little off my game since I’m supposed to be on fucking vacation. I wasn’t expecting someone would try to kill me on my first day here,” she admitted dryly.
“You need some company down there? I can rub lotion on your back for you.”
She was used to his harmless flirting and was usually game to return the banter, but she seemed to be lacking witty retorts at the moment. “Keep your imaginary hands to yourself.”
“And another dream dies,” Tony joked. “I just got back to Chicago and was planning on convincing you to go to Buffalo Joe’s with me for some wings when I heard you’d left town. How’s the weather down there? It’s gloomy and raining here.”
“It’s beautiful here. And damn it, now, I want some wings. I swear, that sauce is freaking addicting. What are you doing back in Chicago already? I thought you were planning on staying in Colorado for a few more weeks to help Lynx get the new medical center and training facility up and running.”
“The construction was completed ahead of schedule, so we were able to finish the tech upgrades early. She’s got enough help so I didn’t need to stay. Besides, hanging around the med center was starting to give me the creeps, especially with the two docs constantly talking about drug research and testing phases.”
Chuckling, she said, “That’s why I checked my ass out of there as fast as I could. I swear, just hanging out in any medical facility makes me feel like I’m jinxing myself.”
“Yeah, would you fucking stop getting shot and stabbed? You’re making us worry about you.”
“I’ll certainly try.”
When Maxwell came to the doorway again, he hesitated, but Trinity gestured for him to come back outside. Before he stepped out, he pressed a button and the double sconces on the balcony wall shot beams of light in two directions. He poured himself a glass of champagne and took a seat across the table from her.
She shot him a smile before turning away to watch as the last bit of sun disappeared into the water. The moon wasn’t visible yet, but the dark sky overhead lit up with a blanket of tiny stars.
“Oh, get this. I just heard from Flame, and Sin asked her to set up a training facility down in Breakers, Texas,” she told Tony.
“No shit? Did she agree?”
“I know she’s interested. If she decides to do it, it’s probably going to end up being more of a retreat than an actual training center since she doesn’t have the patience to deal with new recruits. But it’s still a good idea.”
“Yeah, it is. She trying to recruit you?”
“She asked, but nothing is confirmed.”
“If you need my help, just let me know,” he offered. Since computers and tech were Tony’s specialty, he would definitely come in handy.
“Will do. I’m cutting this short since my food is getting cold. Later.”
“Hey! Take some pictures in your bikini for us back in Chicago.”
She laughed. “I’m hanging up now, perv.”
Maxwell King leaned back and sipped his glass of champagne as he stared at the intriguing woman across the table from him. After the day he’d had, he could have used a stiff glass of whiskey, but apparently, it was ladies’ choice this evening. He tried to give her a little privacy to finish her call, but like a siren’s call, he’d been lured back out to the balcony.