It had been a fuck. Several fucks, actually. Several amazing fucks.

But it was over.

Derek Wolfe, my client, was dead. Other than seeing that his estate was taken care of, I was finished with him and his family.

Saying goodbye to Derek Wolfe was no hardship. My thoughts wandered to the sixty-five-year-old dead billionaire.

Someone had shot him in the head in his Manhattan penthouse.

Derek Wolfe had no shortage of enemies, and he’d employed a highly paid security team.

Yet someone had managed to breach the unbreachable.

The police had questioned me along with everyone else who had even a slight relationship to Derek Wolfe. As far as I knew, they didn’t have any leads yet, but it was still early. He’d only been dead for four days. The body had been autopsied and then cremated. None of the family seemed remotely interested in a funeral or memorial of any kind. Not that I blamed them.

And why was I ruminating on this?

Because Derek’s death had brought his son into my life.

And Rock had fucked me and walked right out again.

My phone buzzed.

“Yeah?” I said to Charlie.

“Reid Wolfe for you, Lacey.”

Not the Wolfe I wanted to talk to, but I took the call anyway. “Hi, Reid,” I said into the phone.

“Hey, Lacey. Look. I just want to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For my brother. I would have called sooner, but I didn’t want to bother you over the weekend.”

“Which brother?”

That got a laugh out of him. “Certainly not Roy. He hardly said a word during the reading of Dad’s will. Rock had no right to make that remark about your…uh…undergarments.”

I chuckled softly. After all I’d experienced with Rock, I’d nearly forgotten about his comment. “It’s okay. He’s far from the first of his kind I’ve dealt with.”

“Well, don’t worry. He won’t be bothering you anymore. You’re off limits, as far as I’m concerned, and I’m going to tell him so.”

“Oh.” An odd feeling swept over me.

One I didn’t want.

“That’s kind of you,” I said to Reid.

What was more important was what I didn’t say. That I didn’t want to be off limits to Rock Wolfe.

No. I wanted to be back in his bed. Back in the bed of a supreme asshole, but back there nonetheless.

“No problem. I’ve got my work cut out for me, but I’m determined that my brother is going to make a go of this. For all our sakes.”

“I think he’ll do fine.” And I meant it.

“Truthfully? He has a lot of potential, but there’s a lot you don’t know about Rock. He’s volatile. And he can be downright dangerous, according to my mother.”

“Dangerous? How?”