Take (Fury Brothers #4)

“Hey.” Warm hands closed over mine. “You’re going to be all right.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

He tipped my chin up. “You’ve got me on your side. I won’t quit until the people behind this are stopped.”

The warmth of his body seeped into mine. I knew I shouldn’t trust this. Attraction petered out, men moved onto shinier offerings. One day, Reath would be gone. I couldn’t get used to having him around.

Then his words registered. “People? There’s more than one?”

Something dark and dangerous moved through his eyes.

He hid it well—under the good looks and nice manners—but Reath Fury was dangerous.

“Reath?”

He cupped my cheeks. “I don’t know anything solid yet. Once I do, I’ll share.”

I blew out a loud breath. “Promise?” Because Jack was the king of never sharing anything.

“Yes. And I always keep my promises.”

“I know. Jack’s told me that.”

Reath nodded. “Finish packing your clothes.”

I transferred some more things to the bag, and grabbed some underwear from the drawer. Reath came closer, and when I turned, I bumped into him.

I dropped a pair of panties, and they fell on his boot.

They were blue lace, and there wasn’t much to them. I’d rarely worn them. They were so sexy, and I didn’t have much of a reason to wear sexy.

He crouched and my heart thumped. He lifted the panties, his thumb rubbing the fabric. “What are these?”

“Panties.”

“These are not panties.” He ran his finger along the gap down the back, which was mostly closed by strategically placed bows. They weren’t crotchless, but, um, they offered easy access.

He met my gaze, and I saw the heat. He reached past me and put the panties in my bag.

“Anything else you need?” he asked silkily.

“Toiletries.” I hurried into my cute little bathroom, ignoring the cracked mirror and torn shower curtain, and shoved some things in my toiletry case. I also grabbed my flat iron. I dumped everything in the overnight bag. “I’m ready.”

He locked up the house and as we left, I felt sad.

My dream of a new start in New Orleans was not working out the way I’d hoped.

As Reath drove us back to his warehouse, we went past Wildfire. I couldn’t help but remember the night we’d first met. He parked in his garage.

“Leave your bag, I’ll get it later.”

“Where are we going?”

“Lunch.”

I’d completely forgotten about lunch, but I was curious to meet his brothers. I had to admit I was fascinated by these men who’d formed their own family by choice.

But I was a little nervous, as well.