Talon (Uncompromising #1)(96)
“There is no surprise in expectation,” he stated.
Cryptic fuck. “You and your fuckin’ proverbs. You’re not normal, you know that, right?”
He looked pointedly at the tattoo on my right forearm and read the ink, “This Too Shall Pass.”
“You wanna know the difference between us?” I eyed him up and down like he couldn’t take me in a heartbeat. “I don’t go tellin’ that shit to people.”
“No, you advertise it, in ink.”
Prick. “I own it.” I smiled just to fuck with him. “And I’m better lookin’ ’an you so I can get away with it.”
“Would you like to know the real difference between us?” he asked without a lick of emotion.
“Besides our accents?”
“I fuck harder,” he deadpanned.
“Viking wins,” Kendall interrupted.
We both turned to look at her.
“You two done comparing dick size? The Irishman says he needs to fly.”
“Scottish,” both Neil and I corrected her.
“Whatever. Him and Cuban Boy are done playing with all the toy guns the Irishman brought and they loaded them back in the Batmobile. Its wheels-up time, boys.”
Jesus. I’d shoot myself if I had to live with her. Two days was two too many. “Gimme five, I’m grabbin’ a shower.”
Kendall’s lips hinted at a smile. “I think you two should shower together. Soap each other up. Then you’ll know whose is bigger.”
Keeping my eyes on Kendall, I inclined my head at Neil. “Keep it up and he’ll proverb you.”
She looked at Neil’s dick. “Is that like a sex thing?”
“André,” I hollered, wondering what the fuck he saw in her.
He popped his head out. “What’s up? We ready?”
“Five minutes. Candle thinks this could be a hot extraction. We got what we need?”
He nodded. “We’re covered.”
I glanced at Kendall then gave André a slight shake of my head. “Ocala’s out.”
“Mierda.” He rubbed a hand over his chin. “I’ll call my guy Tyler to come get her.”
“No, you know what you gotta do.”
André went still.
Kendall looked curiously between us.
“Can she speak Spanish?” he asked me in Spanish.
“Yes,” Kendall answered.
André switched to broken Danish. “I’m not taking her, my house. No fuck off way,” he said, butchering the syntax.
“No choice,” I answered back in Danish.
“No,” he repeated.
I looked at Neil and switched back to English. “You got a better idea?”
“No.”
“Shit.” André looked at Kendall. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Okay, I’ll bite, regret what?” She sounded bored.
“You’re staying in Miami,” André ground out. “At my place.”
“Yippee.” Her voice was flat but her eyes looked worried as fuck.
AN HOUR LATER, KENDALL WAS at André’s place and we were in the air. Neil was sitting in the cockpit with Roark. André had his feet up and his eyes closed and I had Siren tucked under my arm.
“You good?” I asked her.
“I’m comfortable.” She’d curled her feet under her and I’d wrapped a blanket over her legs.
“Not exactly what I meant.”
She threaded her hands together. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her sooner.”
Having a conversation with Siren reminded me of that movie where the guy compared life to a box of chocolates. I never knew what I was going to get when she opened her mouth to speak.
I thought she’d say something about her daughter or ask details about what we planned to do once we got to Lexington. Instead, she was thinking about me. “Because you regret not tellin’ me or because Stone has a two day jump on us?” I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, I was going for clarification.
“I’m not sure two days makes any difference. Stone is going to do what he’s going to do. I learned that awhile ago.” She exhaled then looked up at me. “I wasn’t being dishonest. I was being cautious. And before Randy died, I didn’t think I had a choice.” She ducked her head again. “And you wouldn’t have slept with me if you knew I had a child.”
A couple of weeks ago, she would’ve been right. I avoided women with kids because I wasn’t looking for the complication. But this was Siren. Saying I was anything but sunk the moment she fell into my arms would be a fucking lie. I cupped the back of her head and brought my lips to her ear. “You forgettin’ ’bout two hours ago?” I brushed a soft kiss against her neck and pulled the edge of her ear between my teeth. “Wanna test me again?”