Page 63 of The Billionaire's Angel

We all stood, and Gage turned to me, saying quietly, “Walk Amelia back to her room and stay with her until I come get you. I'm going to help Annalise move her things upstairs and grab what I need. Wait for me to get back before you go to yourroom.”

“I thought you said the house wassafe.”

“It is. Just humor me,okay?”

I walked Amelia back to her room and busied myself rinsing out our tea cups and throwing away the used tea bags. So many secrets. I'd been living with the Winters family for over six months, and I still couldn't keeptrack.

Maybe I was paranoid, but I was sure Aiden and Gage were keeping something from me. Something about that phone call or Anthony. I didn't need any more intrigue. I had enough of it trying to keep up with Amelia. I'd managed to keep her from pulling any pranks at Charlie's wedding, but she was planning something for Tate’s. I knew it. I just couldn't figure out what itwas.

She'd snuck off a few times, and I'd caught her staring out the window with a secret smile playing across her lips. After half a year together, I knew the signs. She had something up hersleeve.

Trying to use our time alone to my advantage I said, “If you're planning a joke or surprise for Tate's wedding, please don't. This is not the time. Everyone is too onedge.”

“That's exactly why this is the time,” Amelia said. “Trust me. I'm not going to scare anyone, but we need to relieve a little tension around here. Everyone is way too pentup.”

“Amelia, did you see Annalise? She looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. And Gage is doing better than he was when he came home, but he's still not ready for surprises. If you're going to do something, at least tell me what itis.”

Amelia pressed her lips together and shook her head. “No, you can't keep a secret. You're going to have to trustme.”

“I love you,” I said, “but when it comes to this, I don't trust you as far as I can throwyou.”

“Hmph,” she grumbled as she let me tuck her into bed. “That's not very far. You have T-Rexarms.”

I looked down at my arms and back to Amelia. “I do not! My arms are a completely normallength.”

“Compared to the rest of you, maybe. On a normal size person, they'd betiny.”

It was the middle of the night. I was not prepared to argue Amelia's circular logic. I knew she was just trying to distract me from our conversation about whatever she was planning for Tate's wedding. Gage opened the door before I could figure out how to get her totalk.

I left Amelia in bed and followed Gage across the hall to my room. His hands were on the buttons of my shirt seconds after he turned the lock on the door. I batted them away and took a stepback.

“What aren't you telling me?” Idemanded.

“A lot,” he said, surprising me with his honesty. “But nothing you need toknow.”

“I'd rather judge that for myself,” Isaid.

His hands went for my buttons again. “I know you would. You're just going to have to trustme.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I muttered. “I don't want to trust you; I want to know what's going on. I want to know what you and Aiden aren't tellingme.”

“Trust me,” Gage murmured in my ear, slipping my shirt over my shoulders and undoing the clasp of my bra with a flick of his fingers behind my back. “I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Sophie. Just trust me. Let me take care ofyou.”

I let out a sigh, giving in as his hand covered my breast and his lips touched mine in a slow, lazy kiss. He backed me toward the bed, helping me step out of my jeans. I was on my back a second later, his hard, hot body over mine, his hips nudging my thighs apart, the head of his hard cock sliding against me, rolling over my clit in slowcircles.

I forgot to argue. I forgot how much I trusted him, and how much I didn't want to. I forgot everything but the rising sea of pleasure and his long, druggingkisses.

I’d remember in the morning. That would have to be good enough. For now, I didn't want to fight. All I wanted wasGage.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Gage

“Ido.”

Tate barely waited for the officiant to finish saying, “You may kiss the bride,” before he scooped Emily into his arms, bent her back and laid a kiss on her mouth that was borderline inappropriate for awedding.

Emily didn’t look like sheminded.