AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES of tapping my foot impatiently, Keiran placed a firm hand on my bare thigh to calm me. I knew him well enough to know it was as much an order as a gesture of comfort. It only earned him a glare I was sure was as heated as the fire burning from his palm, up my thigh and straight to my pussy.
“They’ll be here,” he murmured. The slight smirk on his face displayed his amusement.
“You said that thirty minutes ago.” I sounded like a brat to my own ears, but my worry for Sheldon trumped any guilt. On the way to California, they handed over Kennedy to us and were supposed to meet us at the resort thirty minutes ago.
“And I meant it then, too. Come here.”
Dash Crashes Willow's Date
“DASHER, PAY ATTENTION,” my father scolded when my phone pinged. I hadn’t even checked it yet, but he knew I would since I wanted to be anywhere but here. Of course, I checked it anyway when I spotted Willow’s name in a text from Keenan.
I swiped the screen to open the message and ignored my father’s scowl. He was the one to insist on this late night grooming for the day I took over his empire. I was his only heir, after all. Sheldon wasn’t even a question.
My eyes flew over the simple text six times, each time my grip tightened until I could swear I felt the screen crack:
You letting Willow date nerds in khakis now? Bowling Alley.