Based on the wide-eyed stare, the answer surprised her. “Then what are you here for?”

“You.” My answer was simple. I didn’t need to say more. It was the truth since I was doing Marshall’s bidding. I could tell him about this private meeting. Keep him satisfied for a stretch.

As for fucking her?

As I’d said, I didn’t fuck on command.

I wanted to satisfy North but doing that was only for me. I didn’t usually get so hot for a woman. Sure, I’d picked up women. What forty-year-old hadn’t? But this was different.

This was North Wainright. She was going to be a challenge.

Or was she? I couldn’t miss the way her pupils dilated. Oh yeah, she liked that answer, but she wasn’t going to let it show. I didn’t want to play poker with this one.

“Seriously?”

I looked her over. “Dead serious.”

“You’ve had thirteen years to make a move,” she countered. “Why now? Why at my father’s wake?”

I leaned against the door so she couldn’t escape, unless she climbed out the big window in that dress and heels. “Would you have let me onto the property?”

She studied me. “I don’t know. Are you dangerous?”

“To your panties.”

A laugh accompanied an eye roll. “That work with other women?”

I shrugged. I might be undercover and be wrapped up in so many fucking lies, but I was going to be straight with her. She was too smart for anything else.

“I’m not interested in other women’s panties. I’m interested in yours. In my pocket.”

She turned and looked around the room. “You want to get it on in here? Not the most” —she slid her hand along the back of a tufted leather couch— “comfortable of places.”

“You’d like it if I bent you over the arm of that sofa.” I pointed. “That desk’s exactly the right height to lay you on and eat you out. I’d say I could fuck you up against the wall, but it might be a little crowded with a dead deer on one side and a moose on the other.”

Her mouth parted and her breath came in little pants.

“I’m to lift my dress and let you have your way just because you talk dirty?”

I shrugged, taking in the garment that probably cost more than my truck. “Only stating facts.”

“Again, why now? I’d think you wouldn’t want your younger brother’s sloppy seconds. Isn’t that what guys say?”

My jaw clenched. The idea of Jock, or any guy, getting his dick in her had me seeing red. All I could think of was mine.

“Your daddy’s laying in a casket out in the foyer. I haven’t seen your other brothers, but East didn’t seem like the consoling type. Figured you might need a shoulder to cry on.”