Page 192 of Fierce Storm
“I did. Why don’t you head outside and I’ll bring it out when it’s ready. There’s a blanket already on the chair for you. It’s a little cool.”
Keeley smiles to herself as she turns toward the patio, her face free of makeup, her body clad in simple silk pajamas, and my heart races at how beautiful she is. How incredible my life is. If I can start my mornings like this for the rest of my days, I’ll be the wealthiest man on the planet, money aside.
I finish plating up our food and meet Keeley outside, where she is basking in the summer sun, despite the cooler temperature, and breathing in the salty air. She’s admiring the view with the blanket wrapped around her, her arms resting on our deck railing, her auburn hair blowing in the light breeze. I’mquiet as I lower our plates to the table, my eyes on her as I make my way over and curl my arms around her waist.
“How is it so quiet here?”
“It’s a private beach. The only people with access are us and the neighbors on either side. And I have it on good authority that the couple on the left use their place as a vacation home, weekends mainly, while the couple on the right spend their summers in France.”
“Lucky them.” Keeley smiles at me over her shoulder.
“And lucky us.” I press a kiss to the edge of her lips as my hand lowers to the waistband of her pajama shorts.
“Won’t our food go cold?”
“We can reheat it.”
“That doesn’t sound appealing.”
“Then I’ll make it again when we’re done. Who needs food anyway?”
Keeley giggles as she twists to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I guess I can be persuaded to eat later.”
“Good, because I want to eat now.”
Keeley melts into me as my cock pulses, and my phone chooses that moment to blare in my pocket, making us both jump.
“Jesus. That’ll be someone from New York,” I say, retrieving my phone, ready to toss it onto the lounge until I see that it’s Austin.
“Goddammit. I have to get this.” I blow out a breath, squeezing the phone in annoyance.
“Are you allowed to answer a work call when you’re dressed like that?” Keeley laughs, her brow raised with sass as she gestures to my black jeans, polo shirt, and bare feet.
“It’s not a video call, Keels. I think I’ll be fine.”
“As long as you’re sure. I’m shocked you’re not in a suit.”
“Get used to it. This is how I dress when I’m home.”
“You still wear a polo shirt?”
“I do. So what?”
“So, we’re going to change that. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to be walking around in athletic shorts and an old T-shirt. Or maybe just a towel. That would be convenient.”
A laugh bursts out of me as I shake my head. “I’ll be back. This isn’t over.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I leave Keeley in peace and call Austin back, crossing my fingers for good news. “Sal.”
“Hi, Austin. Tell me you have something positive?”
“Unfortunately not.” My stomach sinks at the gruffness of his tone, my eyes drifting back to Keeley outside.
“I’m ready. Lay it all out.”
“You’re being tracked. You and Paige. I had one of my guys in San Francisco put a tail on you, and it was the first thing he discovered.”
