Page 30 of Restless Obsession

“I can compromise.” He winked, and I nodded.

In the blink of an eye, he did just that, my hand resting at the middle of his hard muscular chest. I grinned down at him. “Show me what you got, Sunshine.” And I was more than happy to ride my restless daddy all night long.

NINE

VICTOR

“That’s the last box,” I said to my brother. He looked over his shoulder at me.

“No offense, because I know this isn’t my business and shit, but this better be the last move for at least the next twelve months, man,” Trager muttered. I laughed at his remark and shrugged.

It would be.

The house Lucy and I were moving into was fucking perfect for us now and for whatever might come in the future.

“I’m serious, Victor. I’m not a damn work horse here, dropping freebies and my weekends at a drop of a hat for you assholes.”

“Cut the crap. You own a moving company.” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“And you said you didn’t want any motherfuckers you didn’t know in your girl’s place, so who did that leave? Me. Because my employees won’t do and our brothers are all too busy in love, planning weddings or waiting on babies.”

Trager wasn’t wrong.

That was the truth.

Jonas, Lucas, and Hollis were all busy but had promised to help us unpack tomorrow.

“You brought your pretty little assistant to help, but you haven’t let her do anything more than hold a clipboard.”

“Hey,” Tray clipped. “Keep your eyes in their place before I tell Lucy you’re looking around,” he threatened. I rolled my eyes.

“Jesus! You know it’s not like that. I just mean you brought her, so you could have her help.” I knew exactly how much of an asshole I sounded like but didn’t give a shit.

Something was up with Trager.

It had been since he’d hired Sam as his assistant online.

I had been lucky enough to be there when she’d showed up and wasn’t what he’d assumed a Sam would look like, and he about lost his shit. He’d been rude and more than his usual standoffish jackass, which was saying something.

Yet he’d kept her on.

Lucy had been around the two of them enough, too, to where she’d asked me if I thought something was going on between the two of them. I’d told her no in the moment. Trager wasn’t the kind of guy to fuck his employees. Not that having a moving company would have too many women around for him to fuck. But he had other side gigs, and the man might be a player, but he didn’t dip his toe in the company pool.

Yet Sam had twisted something up inside of him, and it was going to be fucking interesting to watch it untangle itself, that was for sure. The back building door opened and shut. I looked over my shoulder to see my girl walking towards me wearing those sexy painted-on leggings and oversized Ghostface shirt. This one had him holding a phone and saying, You hang up first! on her perfect chest.

“Thank you again, Tray, for all your help.” My sunny girl strode up to us and hugged my brother. Tray, unable to help himself, wrapped his arms around my girl and pulled back, a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re welcome. That’s what family is for.” My eyes were about to bug out.

“That’s what family is for?” I repeated and chuckled. “What about all the shit you were just spewing a minute ago?”

“She’s prettier to look at than your ugly face.” The door behind us opened and shut again, and this time, I lost Tray’s light brown eyes and his body wound up tight.

“That was the last box,” Sam said, still holding the clipboard to her chest. She was pretty, nowhere near as beautiful as my girl, but I could see whatever my brother was trying to clearly fight.

She was way too young and good for him and way out of his league. The guy had no damn chance at getting in there. Sam’s attention locked on Tray’s, and when he grunted and turned, the cold dismissal clear, I saw it.

A flicker of sad disappointment.