Free Resisting Destiny: Sullivan Brother's Book 3 - Cayson's Story (Resisting Love - Sullivan Brothers) by Chanta Rand Page B

Maldives.”
    Cayson chuckled.
    “I hope you can make it.  Kendra is getting all of us discounts on rooms and airfare.”
    “ All of us?”
    “ Ma and Pops. You. Me, Charly, her kids, her parents, and her cousin, Shontal.”
    “ This’ll be a real family affair.”
    “ Exactly. That’s why I need both of my little brothers there with me.”
    It had been a long time since any of them had been little . Cayson was approaching thirty. Mark had just turned thirty-four, and Dane was pushing forty. Growing up, Cayson felt both bullied and protected by them. Now, they were thick as thieves. “You can count on me, bro.”
    “ And if all goes well,” Dane hinted, “you might get a hot bridesmaid to walk with.  Charly’s got a good-looking cousin.  Not that you need any help with the ladies.”
    As if prompted by some internal ethics clock, Cayson’s timer buzzed on hi s cell phone. “Oops! Gotta go. I promised Destiny I’d be home early tonight.”
    “Destiny?  Is that the latest victim of the Cayson Sullivan charm? Or should I say curse?”
    “Oh, I forgot–you don’t know.” Cayson gave Dane the quick and dirty version of what happened in court three weeks ago. Unlike the conversation he’d had with his mom, he felt it was safe to give Dane more details. He explained how the Barracuda had him by the balls with her vindictive judgment.
    Dane was incredulous. “Let me get this straight. Y ou turned down some free pussy that landed in your bed in the middle of the night?”
    If you’r e referring to La’Treece sneaking into my bedroom, yes.”
    “ And you have some smokin’ hot babe living with you too?”
    Cayson chortled. “ I didn’t say she was hot.”
    “ I know she is. All the bad girls are hot.”
    “Okay, she’s hot.” He di dn’t like talking about Destiny as if she were some random bimbo. But the fact was–she was hot. Long legs. Pretty mahogany skin. A little on the slender side, but that’s how he liked his women.
    Oh shit! What am I saying? She’s not my woman.
    “At any rate, the Barracuda released Destiny into my custody just to be a spiteful bitch.”
    “And you swear you’re not laying the pipe to this chick?”
    Not yet!
    “Jeez, Dane. I’m not that horny.”
    “Yeah, sure . And now, you’re rushing home to answer Destiny’s summons.”
    “ It’s not a summons. You don’t understand. I’ve been working late, and I promised her I would be home.”
    “Dude , I’ve never known you to be at the beck and call of a woman.”
    Cayson sat up and started packing his briefcase.  “It’s not like that, bro. I promised I’d take her to dinner tonight. You know how it is.”
    “Uh huh. Admit it. You may have met your match. Destiny is laying down the law.”
    “ Whatever. I’m hanging up now.”
    “Wait a minute. Does she have long hair?”
    Cayson thought of Destiny’s face framed by cascading thin braids. “You could say that.”
    “Yep. Just like Sampson and Delilah. Delilah brought Sampson to his knees.”
    Cayson stood. “You dumbass. Sampson was the one with the long hair.”
    “ But Delilah had long hair too.”
    Cayson hung up laughing.  Charly had definitely brought out the fun side of his brooding brother. He had to remember to thank her when he saw her again.
    He raced from the office, jumped into his Porsche, and headed toward the freeway. The speedometer barely registered seventy when he was forced to slow down. He joined a long line of brake lights that stretched for miles. Traffic had come to a standstill.
    He let out a frustrated breath. He reached for his cell phone, intending to call Destiny to let her know he’d be late. His frustration mounted when he realized his battery was dead.  Fuck!
    He spotted the hirsute arm of a burly trucker hanging out the open window of an eighteen-wheeler idling to the left of him.  Cayson’s father had hauled lumber for a few years when he was younger. He knew truckers got all their news from a CB radio