Page 4 of Faith
“Shrimp truck shrimp.”
“Yes,” she said, a little surprised that he knew.
“What? I pay attention. Besides, you’re out at Giovanni’s constantly. And you got Freddy to learn the recipe just how you like it.”
She smiled and then started going through her emails. She didn’t want him to know exactly how stupid happy that made her.
“Dinner with the trio, then?”
“Yes. Serenity did ask if we were all going out while we were here.”
“Sure.”
But that meant nothing. Lately, Jensen had been acting oddly. More than odd. He had been avoiding her. And, since he had a past and was a recovering addict, she had worried. Still, it was the only sign, so she had reserved judgement.
She glanced at him once more. He was looking out the window again, ignoring her. It was hard to believe they were four years down the road. She had taken the job at the pleading of his mother. It was one she hadn’t wanted, since Jensen had a reputation of being a bad boy. Being a blood relative of the Windsors did not help. People loved to do things for and to him. She had avoided working with those kinds of addicts. Still, it was hard to ignore a plea from a mother who loved her son so much. Little did she know, it would be the last work she did in the field.
“I take it you don’t need me next week, do you?”
He shrugged. Good God, she was not in the mood for this. She could push him, but it would just make him react more like an ass. So, she followed his lead and looked out the window. The midday traffic wasn’t heavy. Late October wasn’t a big tourist time for Hawaii. The landscape flew past her as they drove down H-1. They’d bought a house on Portlock Rd. House? More like compound. She was just a girl who grew up in a small Colorado town in a two-bedroom home. The Wulf’s would have no idea what that was like.Ever.
“You like these men?”
She turned her head. He wasn’t looking at her, but had laid his head against the back of the seat and had his eyes closed. “What?”
“You like Adam and Mick?”
“I like that they make my friend happy. She’s had enough bad times to last a lifetime. That the two of them see it as their mission in life to keep her happy make them gods in my opinion.”
“Hmm.”
Then, silence again. She knew this was a tactic he used in business. Jensen lulled people into thinking he was a bad boy without any brains. The proverbial rich boy who cared more about his money than people. They would be wrong. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a world class brain in that beautiful head of his, and hedidcare about people. Like the rest of the family, his English upbringing sometimes got in the way of showing it, but it was there.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Just that they are all members of Rough ‘n Ready.”
“And?”
“You seem to look down on me for being a member.”
“I do not.”
He opened an eye. “Really?”
His tone told her he didn’t believe her.
“No. If you remember, I suggested that you look into BDSM as an outlet.”
He sat up and opened both eyes. “So, why the judgement in your voice?”
“I’m not judging you. I worry about you. That’s all.”
The leather creaked as he moved closer. He was so close she could feel his body heat. The scent of his aftershave filled her senses and left her a little lightheaded. She had to fight off the shiver. “That’s it?”
She nodded. “I’ve heard that the club is one of the best in the world. I have never, and will never, judge you for your need for Domination. I promise.”
He stayed close a moment longer, then sighed. “Good. Because I would blame it all on you,” he said, but this time his voice was lighter, less sarcastic. He leaned back again and she breathed a sigh of relief.