Just two months and one day until Rhapsody releases, so I thought I'd give you another teaser from the story today. We've been discussing cover art this week, and I've been working my ass off trying to get everything edited to my liking. I'm almost satisfied!
I'll see you again when I emerge from the editing cave. Feel free to toss cookies in at me from time to time. :)
"Hey, Little Mama," Kincaid said from where he stood by the large window in Jason's office, winking at her when Tristan turned to talk quietly with Liam McGregor and Rico Alvarez about something unrelated to the case. "You're looking good today."
He glanced down at her hand clasped tightly in Tristan's and grinned mischievously. "So… you wanna run away with me?" he leaned in to mock whisper, his smirk making it clear he teased, probably to rile Tristan up.
She felt Tristan tense, but he didn't turn around and tell Kincaid to knock it off.
"Ah… I'm good where I'm at, thanks," she said with an amused shake of her head.
Kincaid gave her a puppy dog look. "You're such a heartbreaker, Little Mama. Getting my hopes up and then dashing them like that." His bottom lip poked out as he placed one hand over his heart. "I'm devastated."
"Sorry," she said, biting back a smile. She'd met a lot of guys like him before—incurable flirts who left a trail of broken hearts along the way. As much as she appreciated all of his help, she had no interest in anyone but Tristan. Besides, guys like Kincaid weren't her type. He looked like he'd be a handful, always into some sort of mischief or trouble. The thought of keeping track of someone like him exhausted her. And truthfully, he intimidated her a little bit. She wasn’t sure if it was all the tattoos or the hardness in his eyes, like maybe he'd experienced more than his share of the violence and brutality some of those tattoos hinted at. He was gorgeous, true enough, but she had a feeling he had more issues than Tristan. She honestly felt a little bad for him, though she wasn’t quite sure why. He just seemed… like so much went on beneath all that ink and colorful vocabulary, more than anyone would ever know. If Tristan was Fort Knox, Kincaid was Area 51.
"Fine," he grumbled good-naturedly. "I guess I won't steal you away from Riley yet. But if you get tired of his surly ass, come find me." He waggled his brows suggestively.
"Fuck off, Kincaid," Tristan muttered, turning from his conversation to glower at his friend. He wrapped his arm around Lillian, tucking her into his side to make it clear she belonged with him. "She's off limits."
"Et tu, Bruté?"
Tristan simply stared at him, his expression implacable.
"You can't blame a guy for trying," Kincaid laughed, sending Lillian another exaggerated wink. "I mean, look at her! She's sexy as fuck. How's a man supposed to resist?"
"Find a way," Tristan growled when Lillian tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to make it longer to hide her scars as Kincaid's eyes swept down her body. He didn't leer and she knew he wasn't serious, but the attention still unnerved her.
"Cool it, Michael," Jason advised, placing a hand on her upper back as if to offer his protection, too. He didn't quite glower at Kincaid as he stepped up on her other side, towering over her like Tristan did, but he had that hard-ass cop look on his face again. The one that said he wasn't in the mood for bullshit. "I will help him hide your body."
"So it's like that, huh?"
"Yeah," Tristan said so softly his voice barely carried, "it's exactly like that."