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“Not really.”
“And I have questions for you.”
ELEVEN
MATT
“The food smells good.”
Was I changing the subject? Why yes, yes I was.
Ranger wanted information, but I’d been intending to interrogatehim. In the back of my mind, I was still going to expose The Obsidian Circle as the degenerate, slimy mobsters they were. But now that I was with a high-ranking member of La Luna Noir, maybe he’d give me dirt on Dane and co. Assuming I was still alive and could access my findings.
Meeting Ranger had put an obstacle in front of my plans. Sure, La Luna Noir were gangsters, and the mafia’s MO was extortion, fraud, and racketeering for starters, plus murder if they didn’t get what they wanted. That was Ranger’s world, and I couldn’t let lust blind me to who he was.
And damn him, he wasn’t making this easy.
He was sautéing onions and adding garlic, and I was salivating. From my perch at the kitchen island, I got the perfect view of his ass. Shame it was no longer encased in tight wet denim, but the robe was pulled tight across his butt. He couldn’t have been wearing any underwear, because when he bent over,the terry fabric outlined his cheeks and butt crack, and suddenly the room got very hot.
Gods, I was such a fool. First there was my harebrained idea of infiltrating a deadly mafia gang ‘cause I wanted to see my exposé headlining newspapers and on a news channel ticker tape.
And now I was ogling my captor’s butt.
In my defense, it was a gorgeous ass, and his cock, which if I’d been on my knees in the bathroom would have poked my eye out. It was magnificent, a thing of beauty, and it deserved to have lips wrapped around it or be shoved in a slick-filled hole. Not mine, though. Nope, some other omega’s.
Ranger’s voice disturbed my inner monologue. “Onion, garlic, and herbs, a powerful combination.”
I’d add his unique aroma that still smelled vaguely of eucalyptus. Or maybe that was my hand.
Ranger tossed the cooked pasta and peas into the onion and garlic mixture before dousing it with olive oil, more herbs, and serving it in two bowls.
“You want?” Ranger held a block of pungent cheese and a grater.
“Sure.”
If anyone had peeked in the window, they’d have seen two guys enjoying dinner and chatting. But while Ranger had his brother and mafia cohorts to support him, I was alone. I couldn’t even phonemybrother.
Damn. Josh. I had to find out if he was okay. What a shit I was for forgetting about him.
“I need you to do something for me.” I picked up a fork and spoon, but the hand Ranger had bitten was slimy from the oil and still a little sore, and I winced.
“Sure. I can do that.” He pulled up a stool. Twirling the fork with strands of spaghetti in the base of the spoon, he offered me the fork. “Open wide.”
I parted my lips automatically because that was what a person on the run did when a sexy mobster offered them pasta. What was wrong with me?
Yum. A combination of a few simple ingredients produced a delicious mouthful, and I needed more.
“Thanks,” I mumbled as a strand of spaghetti escaped and dangled from my lips. Using a finger, I flipped the pasta into my mouth and licked my finger. Yikes, something was wrong with Ranger. He was all dewy-eyed, but it might’ve been a reaction to the garlic.
“Are you all right?” Perhaps he should be sniffing the eucalyptus.
He blinked, and his eyes swiveled left and right. “Yes. I’m fine. Never been better.”
Wish I could say the same. Damn, once again I’d forgotten Josh. I was the worst brother of all time.
“I need help.”
He scooped up more pasta and went to feed me again.
