"He doesn't?” White looks down at his cock like he's really surprised.
"No. He's more like waving in the air saying… Me… me… me!"
"Hmm… Maybe we should test your theory out?"
"I would love to, but I didn't sleep last night and I am most assuredly dead-frogged myself."
"Then get some rest, honey. We'll go for round two when you wake up," he whispers in my ear, kissing the side of my head as I curl into him. I think I moan my approval. I can't be sure. Sleep is close to claiming me and the heat of his body is only helping.
"I really am sorry about the shit you've gone through. I've already called my manager. He'll get this crap under control by morning, you'll see. And then we'll see about getting your job back," he says, and that peaceful, sleepy feeling I had is gone. For a little bit, I had forgotten the ugliness of the past couple of days. Still, after what White and I shared, I wouldn't change much of it—if any.
"Don't worry about it, White. I told you, I already have a job. It's fine," I whisper, kissing his chest. I want to reassure him. Apparently my words do anything but because he pulls away from me.
"No. No you don't, Kayla."
"What? Of course I do, I already told you—"
"You are not working for Blue."
"What? Are you losing it? I told you I'll be teaching Allen, for Green."
"You are not going on the road with my brother. No."
"Do you know how asinine you're being?"
"You expect me to let you work for my brother? The very one you used to be in love with—?"
"It was a childhood crush!"
"If you say so. Regardless, he was also on your list of potential baby-daddies—"
"White—"
"A list I somehow didn't get put on," he growls.
"You were! You were just marked out and now you're being insane. Just because I put his and Blue's name down on a list, it doesn't mean anything."
"While we're on the subject, you need to stay away from Blue, too. In fact, I think it might be best you just stay away from my brothers in general. They think entirely too much with their dicks and not their brains."
"As opposed to you," I sigh.
"Exactly."
"I'm not staying away from the family indefinitely just because you apparently have issues."
"Not indefinitely. Just until I get time to talk to them, man-to-man."
I sigh. There's no arguing with him and my good mood is gone. So instead I just stay silent. White apparently takes my silence as agreement because in no time he's curled into me.
"Goodnight, White," I whisper after he's been silent for a little while.
"We'll just take a quick rest, honey," White mumbles, kissing my shoulder.
It takes thirty minutes before his breathing evens out. It takes another ten minutes to get myself untangled from him, an additional five minutes to make my legs work because apparently dead-frogged is an actual thing, and twenty more minutes to move slowly through the room and quietly pack my suitcase. Luckily, my closet is in the bathroom, so I have less risk of waking him up. Finally, it takes five more minutes to calm my nerves and walk out into my hall, suitcase tightly gripped in my hand.
Then I'm in my car, the engine idling and my GPS set for the Lucas farm. I might be in love with White Hall Lucas, but no one is ever going to tell me what I can and cannot do—even him.
CHAPTER 30
WHITE
"Where the hell is my woman?"
"Well, hello to you too," Green says, and he's grinning in a way that makes me want to smash his face in.
"Fuck you. Where's my woman?" I growl, brushing by him and looking around his living room only to find the place empty.
"Come on in, please," Green mutters, but I can still hear the laughter in his voice—the asshole. "And I didn't know you had a woman."
"Kayla," I grate through clenched teeth. He doesn't know how close he's coming to getting his ass kicked.
"Kayla? I thought she was just your buddy, your pal."
"Fuck you," I repeat because I'm lame and have no fucking comeback. I just want my woman. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her ass and maybe after I calm down, fuck it. Maybe before.
"You seem a little tense, brother."
"Are you done with your fun yet? Are you going to tell me where Kayla is or not?"
"Haven't seen her," he says and he's looking at me head-on, so I know he's not lying.
"Shit. I thought for sure she'd be here. She's not answering her phone."
"Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you?" Green suggests, sitting on the couch. I follow, picking the chair across from him. I rake my hands through my hair, feeling completely on edge. I can't ever seem to pin this woman down. Just when I think I can breathe easy, she does something else.
"Probably not," I sigh. "She ran away while I was sleeping."
"Kayla's always been pretty levelheaded. You running away, I could understand."
"The only running I've been doing is in circles, chasing after her," I confess, truthfully.
"Well that's different."
"Everything about Kayla is different."