Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
But then he paused, head whipping toward the front door as it opened. Lonnie peeked around him, heat rushing into his cheeks as he saw Gabby stepping inside with her hand over her mouth and her eyes as big as saucers.
She dropped her hand, threw back her head and cackled.
“Callan, your sweats,” Lonnie hissed.
“I have nothing to hide.
“Well, I don’t want my sister seeing all your gorgeousness on display, okay?”
Callan grunted and bent to swipe up his pants and put them on.
“Don’t cover up on my account,” Gabby said, still chuckling as she walked farther into the house.
Lonnie jumped down off the counter and hurried to her, glad he was wearing a tent that would somewhat hide his erection. “What are you doing here?”
She was still eyeing Callan, whose ripped, beautiful chest was still very naked. Appreciation lit her blue eyes. “I came to see how you were doing with a bodyguard, but I can tell you’re doing just fine. More than fine. Holy fuck, he’s a big guy, huh?” She moved around Lonnie and held out her hand to Callan as she approached him. “I’m Lonnie’s sister, Gabby. And you are?”
“Callan,” he grunted, looking all kinds of grumpy, his sweatpants tented out in an obscene fashion that his sister would no doubt notice.
“I didn’t mean to break up the party. Didn’t expect to see a naked giant when I came to see my brother.” She turned to grin at Lonnie before the grin slid off her face. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“It’s Callan’s hoodie.”
“It’s yours now,” Callan quickly said as he moved to drape his arm over Lonnie’s shoulders.
Her gaze flicked back and forth between them. “So, is sex a part of all your bodyguard gigs?” she asked, aiming the question at Callan.
“Never was before,” he growled out, squeezing Lonnie close under his arm. “Couldn’t resist Lonnie.”
“You couldn’t, huh? Well.” She cleared her throat, dropped her purse onto the small kitchen table, then crossed her arms over her chest. “What are your intentions toward my brother?”
“Gabby.” Lonnie put a hell of a lot of warning into her name.
She held up a hand. “No, I want to know. I hired someone to protect you, not fuck you. I don’t know how to feel about this. At first, I was amused at the naked, now I’m thinking he’s taking advantage.”
“I’m over thirty years old, so I’m pretty sure I’d know if that were the case. What’s happening between us is very mutual and not really any of your business.”
“Have there been more notes?”
He realized he hadn’t told her about the figurine or the man who’d come into his house. Probably shouldn’t because it would just freak her out. “Yes, but I feel completely safe with Callan here.”
“You’re feeling something, all right,” she murmured. Waving her hand between them, she asked, “So this is how you two are passing the time? Shouldn’t you be, oh, I don’t know, trying to figure out who is watching you?”
“We have been doing that. But whoever it is isn’t leaving any clues, so it’s impossible to know.” He couldn’t very well tell her his stalker was a wizard who could instantaneously travel from one spot to another. She had no idea magic existed. She didn’t see Callan’s horns or his gray skin—she just saw a huge man. One who was sleeping with her brother. He supposed he could understand her concern. She had hired the guy after all.
“Look, Gabby. We’re doing what we can to figure this out and, well…” He glanced up at Callan. “We’re attracted to each other.”
Callan grunted. “It’s more than that.”
“It is?” Gabby narrowed her eyes. “You’re what, dating now?”
“Yes.” Callan emphasized the word heavily.
They were? He continued to gaze at Callan. Maybe that hope for a boyfriend was really coming true. They were having a lot of sex, yes. And Callan seemed really fond of him. Then there were all the gifts. The used hoodie meant something important to Callan, that much Lonnie understood. When Callan tilted his head down to look at Lonnie, there was so much affection in those brown eyes, Lonnie held his breath.
“Oh,” his sister breathed softly.
When he looked at her, she was smiling. She picked up her purse.
“I’m just going to leave you two to continue.”
Lonnie walked to the door to see her out, but she moved to Callan first.
“Please treat him right. He’s a wonderful person who deserves someone who sees that.”
Callan nodded. “I know.”
“Man of few words, I see. Lonnie will make up for that.” She winked at Lonnie, then walked to him to hug him. She whispered into his ear. “Rawr, he’s hot.”
“Right? How’d I get so lucky?”
She just shook her head. “Callan’s the lucky one, you doofus.”
Chapter Eighteen
Lonnie
Lonnie looked up from his desk in the classroom to find Callan’s hot gaze locked on him. He sucked in a deep breath, thankful for that desk, because his cock immediately hardened. It was like he could actually see Callan imagining them having sex. The demon’s nostrils were flared, his lips slightly parted. Even his cheeks were flushed.