“No.” I couldn’t tell her what we’d just done, that my case was compromised because I was falling for the suspect. She might not even care because I was the only one who could lead this case. Anyone else would stick out like a nun in a whorehouse. They were all city slickers.

“Then you know what to do.”

I wasn’t going to tell her I was with North now, in her house. That I’d had the best sex of my life in a vintage telephone room. My job was to find out about the deal and that was the update. I hung up and tucked my cell away. While the house was huge, I wouldn’t risk being overheard. But she wouldn’t be put off for long. It only made me realize how fucked up this situation was. I was hard. Even after coming so hard I’d gone blind for a few seconds, my dick hadn’t gone down.

I opened the huge fridge and stared inside, hoping the cool air would help. Then I remembered how she tasted, like whiskey and sin. Remembered the clamp of her pussy when she came. The…

“The cook leaves a note.”

I stuck my head around the open door at the voice.

South. He scanned the huge marble topped island, then pointed to a piece of paper propped against a vase of fresh flowers. “There. North doesn’t cook and Macon sure as shit didn’t. The guy’s here every day prepping meals and having it ready to go whenever they get home from the office.”

I was closer, so I grabbed it.

“Chicken enchiladas in the warming drawer,” I read. “Guacamole and sour cream in the fridge.”

Fuck, that sounded good. Unlike the Wainrights, I could cook, although my ranch kitchen was nothing like this one. A bachelor would starve without some talent with a knife and a frying pan, but I had a feeling this meal was going to be epic because Macon would have fired anyone whose food was bad.

“Want a beer?” he asked.

If he had any issues with me fucking his sister beneath the back stairs, he didn’t let on. Then again, he and his brothers had been busy outside shooting up shit and I figured he had no idea. I doubted he’d offer me a beer if he had.

“Sure.”

Leaning against the counter, I watched as he went around the island, bent down and opened a door. He pulled out a beer, then another from what I assumed was a small wine fridge.

He slid it across the counter to me. I took it, removed the cap and took a pull. My throat was dry from making North come hard around my dick.