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“Is it just you and me?”
“No. We’re meeting my sister there.”
She half turned toward me. “The woman you were on the phone to when we were in the car?”
I nodded. “Fallon.”
Facing me fully, she asked, “Older or younger? Probably younger right since you offered to go out with her.”
“Right.”
“How old is she?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Have you always looked after her?”
Her question made me blink. “What makes you ask that?”
Her slender shoulders moved in a shrug, drawing my attention back to the creamy slope of her neck, the keyhole peek of her high and tight breasts. “You’re a classic sigma.”
“Run that by me again, lass?”
Her lips quirked up a little in the corner. “A sigma. It’s a personality type.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I decided to goad her a little to see if she had any fire. “Did you read that in one of your female magazines?”
“Female magazines?”
“Yeah, likeXposé.Image.Woman’s Way.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Woman’s Way?”
“It’s a fashion and beauty magazine.”
She laughed at me then, the sound of it stoking the low-level simmer of my growing lust for her. “More likeCosmopolitan. But no. I took a college intro to psychology class my last semester of school.”
I shifted my weight to cross one foot over the other. Fuck, I think I liked her even more for that. She was smart and not afraid to show it. “All right, so you learned it in a psych class. What is a sigma personality?”
“They’re intimidating and self-assured, completed devoted and loyal to those they value, but are also utterly elusive.”
“Sounds about right.”
“They also have the ability to be vulnerable,” she tacked on, staring at me.
I said nothing to that because the elevator cruised to a stop, and the doors opened. I glanced up from Sloane’s face to look out at the half dozen men waiting for us. Beyond the mass of guns and muscle was the same black Range Rover as before. I stepped out. Torin was leaning against the front quarter panel, but as soon as he saw me, he straightened. I watched as his dark eyes went from me to Sloane, who had stepped up beside me.
Torin’s jaw unhinged. He wasn’t even trying to fucking hide that he was staring. Biting the inside of my cheek, I stepped in front of Sloane and broke his line of sight. Torin’s eyes went back to my face, and he had the grace to look like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He made a quick cutting motion with his hand, and I turned around to see the other men staring at Sloane’s ass.
“She’s your motherfucking boss’s future wife,” I growled, hustling Sloane toward the rear door.
Too bad I couldn’t remember that fucking fact.
Torin got with the fucking program and hustled to get the door open in time for Sloane to slide across the seat. On purpose, I stood in front of the opening so none of the other men could see her accidentally flash her panties. When she was settled, I got in too, then slammed the door.
In the silence of the car, her vanilla scent overwhelmed me.
