Page 64 of Ice Devil

Man. I liked to see her calling me her boyfriend.

Me: You know exactly what will happen if you try.

Seeing the little bubbles brought me joy while my hovering brother brought annoyance. “You mind?”

“Just seeing who has your full attention. The hottie, I see.”

I pulled my phone away, offering a nasty look, which prompted him to laugh. “As if Georgia doesn’t have you wrapped around her little finger.”

“That’s different.” He pulled his beer bottle to his lips. “We’re connected.”

Connected.

Locked at the hips.

The Wild Pony: Congrats on a hot game.

Me: We did pretty good. Comin’ to the playoffs?

The Wild Pony: Maybe if you’re a good boy. Gotta run, Devil man. Getting ready to land.

Good, huh? I’d show her good.

As I bit back a laugh, my balls tightened.

She was always getting on or off a plane. Why did a streak of jealousy suddenly push my buttons as only she could do?

I slid the phone further away, finally able to relax, even polishing off the Sambuca.

“You really do like her, huh?” Ford asked after a moment of quiet, which was all he could tolerate.

“Yeah, I do. She’s different. Special.”

He reared back, placing his hand over his heart. “Has my brother been bitten by the love bug?”

“Who said anything about love?” It was all about hot sex. When I shifted in my seat, I was provided with a clear reminder that my body craved hers. My dick was throbbing.

“You’re right. You don’t know what love means. You must be getting your dick wet given how aggressively you’re playing.”

“And what if I am?”

“Nothing wrong with that. However, she is a reporter.”

It was my turn to glance at him, although I’d call what I’d just given him more of an angry glare. You bet I was protective of her and not just physically either. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

His look of surprise was followed by a loud huff. “I’m just telling you that some reporters will stoop to anything to get a great story.”

“Well, I am a great story.” I was jesting, but my brain went back to a similar conversation I’d had with Sloane. There were too many people resorting to low blows. “She defied her boss to write the kind of article that put shifters in a good light. Why in the world do you think she would sell her soul?”

“That’s not what I said. I just want you to be careful. You don’t let your guard down easily.”

“Neither did you and look what happened.”

Ford exhaled. “I’m allowed to care about my kid brother.”

“Yeah, some kid. You used to come to me for advice in the love department. Look, bro. She’s not like that. We could barely tolerate each other when we met.”

“Uh-huh,” he chided. “And now you can’t get enough.”