Page 62 of Taking What's Ours

“I’m up for it,” Baja says, then reaches for my hand and brings it to his mouth for a kiss. “You up for a ride tomorrow, Elaina?”

“I’d love to. It sounds like fun.”

Baja chuckles. “She’s hooked already.”

“Good,” Rock says. “We’ll roll out at noon tomorrow. Spread the word, Baja.”

“Yes, sir.” Baja’s phone goes off, and he digs it out and puts it on speaker, smiling at the caller ID. “Hey, shithead.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” comes the voice of the caller.

“Son, you’re on speaker. Watch your mouth,” Rock says, and I realize it’s his son on the other end.

“What do you want, Trez?” Baja asks.

“Elaina with you?” Trez asks.

“Yeah. Sittin’ right here, why?” Baja replies, glancing at me.

“Elaina,” Trez says, cutting Baja completely out of the conversation. “Isabella is inviting the girls over this afternoon. She insists you join them. She’s makin’ tacos. You don’t want to miss my ol’ lady’s tacos. So, get shithead to drive you over here.”

I connect eyes with Baja and grin. “Sounds like fun. Thanks.”

Baja brings the phone closer to his mouth. “Shithead’s car service is closed for the day. Sorry.”

“Fuck you, asshole. You want me to tell my ol’ lady that?”

Baja rolls his eyes. “Tell her she’ll be there.”

“Hurry up. Lola and Kate are already on their way. Oh, and Dad?”

“Yeah?” Rock replies.

“Where’s Evelyn? Isabella can’t get ahold of her.”

“She’s still sleeping.” Rock leans back in his chair and folds his arms.

“Well, pass the word. Will ya?”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean, ‘nope?’ Why not?”

“’Cause I’m about to go to our room and ravish her again. She’ll be busy.” Rock grins.

“Eww. I don’t need to hear about your sex life, Dad.”

Rock lifts a brow. “Baja, hang up on his ass.”

Baja laughs and talks to his phone. “Sorry, bro. You heard Prez.”

“Wait, don’t—”

But Baja cuts him off and shoves his phone in his pocket. “You could always adopt me, Prez. I’d make you a fine son. And bonus, you could talk about bangin’ your ol’ lady all you want. It wouldn’t bother me a bit.”

“Get out of my office. Take this pretty lady to my daughter-in-law’s house.”

Baja grins. “Yes, Dad.”