Page 37 of Crave Me
“All’s I’m saying is every now and then we could use a little hair pullin’ and some spanking.” She spoons an extra helping of eggs onto her plate. “I mean do you have any idea how long it’s been since Angus bent me over?”
“No. And please don’t tell us,” Seamus says, looking a little green.
“I can see that,” Finn says, digging into his food. “What?” he asks, meeting my brothers’ reprimanding frowns. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need a visual of Angus’s big ass driving it home—”
“Oh!” We all groan except for Angus who’s smiling for the first damn time since he got here.
“I’m just saying women need their share of us,” Finn adds. He points at Sol with his fork. “Take Sol for instance.”
Sol’s jaw pops open, a strand of highlighted blond hair falling in front of her face with how fast she looks up. “What do you mean take Sol?”
“I’m just saying if you don’t get some—”
“If I don’t get some?” she shrieks. “Seriously, Finn?”
“Baby, it’s okay,” Finn offers apologetically. “We all know how bad you want me.”
“Finn, last night on the drive home you’re the one who—” She shuts her mouth abruptly when she realizes we’re all looking at her, except for Sofia, who’s all but shrinking beneath the table.
Finn grins. “You’re welcome,” he adds with a wink.
“Been there,” Curran says, nodding like he understands. “What?” he asks, looking up at Tess from where he’s feeding Fiona. “Isn’t that how I knocked you up last time?”
Tess smiles, but I wouldn’t call it friendly. Hell, I wouldn’t even call it human. “Can we all just eat? Please?” she asks.
“Only if you make it up to me later,” Curran replies, not missing a beat.
Tess pretends to narrow her stare, but can’t quite suppress her smile. “Is it a wonder I’m expecting an Irish twin?” she mumbles.
“Nope.” “Nah.” “No,” my brothers and I reply at once.
“So, Evan,” Killian says, his deep voice more challenging than cordial. “What do you do?”
Evan’s stare travels around the table before answering, well aware all eyes are on him. “I’m CEO of iCronos.”
And cue the deafening silence in three, two, one . . .
“Is that a real job?” Finn asks. At Sol’s nod, Finn returns to his food, appearing satisfied. “Cool.”
“It’s a robotics and technology company,” Evan begins.
“We know what it is,” Killian says, glancing at Sofia. “We use the security system at our gym and the malware protection on our software.”
“And we use the phone systems and computer technology at the District Attorney’s office,” Tess adds. Her attention latches onto Curran’s. They don’t seem worried, exactly, but it’s like Evan just proved how different he is with one blow.
Thing is, I see it, too, and it’s not just because of where he works.
I stand when my family finishes off the first casserole dish. Evan stands, too. I think it’s safe to leave him and give him a wink. “I’ll be right back,” I tell him.
“Bring back some more orange juice, will ya, Wren?” Angus tells me.
He’s going to town on the waffles, assuring me he’s done provoking my brothers and targeting Evan, at least for the moment. “Sure, Angus.”
I don’t expect Sol to follow me into the kitchen. Scratch that, yes, I do. “Wren,” she says, beaming. “He’s cute.”
I rinse out the aluminum dish at the sink, trying not to grin and doing a shitty job. “I know.”
“And employed—with like, a real job,” she says.