Frisco moves to the back wall of my office, beside the door to my dad’s private office. When you walk in the front door, it leads to an open space with four chairs, two on each side of the door and my desk lined to the right wall, but facing the door. I have file cabinets on the wall behind my desk and then, an office door that leads to a bathroom and my dad’s private office. Tank moves to sit in a front chair.

Danza hugs me quickly before reaching over to Sass. He hugs her as he growls, “Stop with your attitude toward Tank. Shit’s real serious Sass. You’ve been killin’ him with your eyes since we walked in the door. I’ve had enough.” With that, my best friend’s face softens and she moves to sit against my desk.

For once, my dad didn’t enter and greet me, rather, he stares. An awkward silence encompasses the room. Tripp and Rex are standing in the doorway by the chair Tank is occupying.

“Doll, you remember Tripp?” My dad asks, pointing to the man of my recent dreams. Damn, I’ve had his name wrong this whole time. Definitely should’ve paid better attention at the barbecue introductions. Being the flirt that I am, I step forward and once again extend my hand to Tripp, as he shakes my hand, I step closer so I can pull him to me.

“He’s one that’s hard to forget.” I say as I pull his shoulder down to kiss him on the cheek. The charge zings through my body at the touch of my lips to his cheek. I step back and move to shake hands with Rex. All the greetings now complete, my dad is still eerily silent.

“Is someone going to tell me why the hell y’all are taking up my office space?” My annoyance is now overtaking my patience.

The more time I stand in close proximity of Tripp the more I want to inspect every detail of his naked body. I don’t want to get to know him. Hell, I’ve had a couple of battery operated initiated orgasms with his face in my mind, while calling out the wrong name. None of the details matter, what he can do for my body is what I want to know. If he’s not into me for sex, then, quite frankly, I want him to leave. He’s a distraction of the lust filled kind.

“Sit down, Delilah.” My dad commands. He never uses my given name; I’ve been his doll my entire life. Shit.

Doing as I am told, I back up and slide my butt up to be sitting on my desk. Bracing myself for serious news, I grip the edge of the desk and look down.

“Big things are going on. You and Savannah are going to go on a ride for a few weeks.”

“Huh?” I mutter.

“Pack a small bag for the bikes, you and Sass are going on a ride with Tripp and Rex.” My dad states firmly.