his pocket and leaning one shoulder
against the wall as she walked across the living room to the foyer.
“If you’re going looking for my sister you’d better be inviting me along,
Roman Freemont,” she declared, her words dripping with silent threat.
“And if I don’t?”
The question tripped her up, and she stopped just short of invading his
personal space. Disappointment filled him when she lifted her hands, and for just
a moment, a look of utter devastation crossed her features.
“You were going to leave me behind?” She sounded hurt.
“I haven’t learned anything here yet, so I’m going into town to ask around. If
I get a lead I’ll tell you. I promise.”
“I’l go with you. I want to hear the answers myself. Maybe I’ll pick up on
something you miss.”
He shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“She’s my sister.”
“Yeah, but the folks in town don’t know you, so they might be less inclined to
spill secrets with you there.” He was congratulating himself on his quick thinking
until she grinned smugly.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to introduce me as your girlfriend to make
them comfortable.”
Roman felt his jaw drop and all of the blood in his body pooled in his balls
making them feel heavy and achy. “What?”
“Sure. If they think I’m your woman, they won’t be as shy about sharing.
Come on, it’s only temporary, and I promise you’ll come home with your virtue
intact.”
A haze of lust made his vision blurry for a moment, and he swal owed hard
to keep from drooling. Franki had no idea how close to the truth her words were.
He hadn’t had any virtue to worry about for years, but he’d throw what he had in
her direction if she just crooked her finger.
“I-I don’t think—”
She scooted closer, and reached across him for the door handle, her arm
brushing against his abs. “Don’t think, just lead the way.”
He was surprised to find himself doing just that. She even let him open the
truck door for her, and she gave him a wide smile of appreciation that turned his
knees to jelly. Damn. If making her happy meant searching for her sister, he was
going to do everything in his power to find the other woman. Maybe then he’d
have a shot at keeping the goddess riding shotgun for his own.
~ ~ ~ ~
The ride into town seemed to take forever, and Franki tried to ignore the
rumbling of hunger in her belly. She’d been on her way downstairs for breakfast
when she spotted Roman sneaking out, and she didn’t take time to think out her
plan before she insinuated herself into a pickle. Now she was going to have to
pretend to be his girlfriend as long as she was here so as not to make the
townspeople suspicious. It was too important that they get information they could
use for her to screw this up.
“Where are we going first?” She turned in her seat to look Roman over. He
was one hell of a fine piece of man candy. Well-washed, snug denim hugged thick
muscular thighs and encased a nice size bulge behind the metal zipper. She felt
her heart thud harder when that bulge seemed to grow larger under her gaze.
Jerking her eyes back to the windshield, she tried not to think about the sexual
desire racing through her veins.
Roman cleared his throat and then muttered something.
“I’m sorry, did you say, the bar?”
He gave a sharp nod, and she frowned his way. Shifting in his seat, he spread
his thighs and her assumptions were confirmed that he was packing a thick
erection behind that zipper. Her palms grew sweaty, and she fidgeted in her own
seat squeezing her thighs together.
“The bar is the best place to find people with loose lips and seedy friends.”
He said in a husky tone that made her skin tingle. “If this guy Goat is working
through this neck of the woods plying hookers, the bar is the best place to find his
customer base.”
Nodding, she agreed, “That makes sense, but why would the bar be open
this