Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(17)

“She’s happy with my brother and Wolfe,” Reagan said thoughtfully.

“That she is.”

Reagan glanced over at him. “How does that work anyway?”

Lynx lifted an eyebrow, needing her to elaborate.

“That whole ménage thing. You know, two guys and one girl.”

Chuckling, Lynx took a swallow of beer. “You got me. Not my thing. But as they say, the heart wants what it wants.”

“I guess so.”

Lynx took a bite of his sandwich when Reagan took a bite of hers. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, eating their dinner and staring out into the twilight.

“Do you think people plan for that to happen?” Reagan asked.

“What?” He was lost.

“The threesome thing. Do you think people set out knowing that they want to be with two people?”

Lynx shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I guess if someone likes men and women, they probably would, huh?”

Chuckling, he took a sip of his beer. “Best of both worlds, maybe.”

“But how does Amy end up with two men?”

Lynx turned to look at Reagan. “Is that what you were out here doin’? Pondering the wonders of the universe?”

Reagan chuckled. “I guess it is deep, huh?”

“Maybe you should read those books Amy reads.”

That seemed to catch Reagan’s attention. “What books?”

“Some romance shit,” Lynx told her, opening his chips. “She mentioned some author… Can’t remember who. Anyway, I guess people write about that shit.”

“Really?”

The way she said that sounded oddly curious.

“You into that sort of thing?” Lynx wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that.

“God, no. One man would be more than enough for me.”

Especially if that man was him, Lynx thought.

Thankfully, he managed to keep that inside his head.



Reagan was surprised to see Lynx pull up to her house before dark. However, she wasn’t even a little disappointed.

The man confused her in so many ways.

And oddly enough, before he had arrived, she’d been thinking about him. Wondering how today would’ve gone if she had accepted his invitation to the barbecue. It probably would’ve been a better day, that was for sure.

“So, what’d you do today?” he asked, his tone casual.

“I was supposed to go see my mother,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” Lynx’s dark brow lifted. “That didn’t happen?”

She shook her head, nibbling on the sandwich. “I actually got in my truck and drove over there,” she admitted. “But when I saw Billy’s truck in my grandfather’s driveway, I turned around and came home.”

The dark scowl that descended over Lynx’s features didn’t really shock her.

“Then the asshole had the audacity to show up here.” She sighed. “I spent the better part of twenty minutes waiting for him to leave. I didn’t answer the door.” Reagan smiled to herself. “But the front door was unlocked and I prayed he didn’t simply invite himself in.”

Lynx’s gaze was focused on her.

“He didn’t,” she assured him, although she wasn’t sure why she was divulging quite so much information. “He finally left.”

She didn’t bother to tell Lynx that Billy had then pretty much blown up her phone for the two hours that followed. She finally had to turn the ringer off and he had successfully filled up her voice mail during that time. Reagan was pretty sure she just needed to block his number and avoid the hassle altogether.

“Not like I didn’t need an excuse not to see my mother,” she said after a few seconds of silence. “We aren’t gettin’ along much right now anyway.”

“Why not?”

Reagan shrugged. She knew exactly why, however, she wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.

Instead, she took another bite of her sandwich. When she was finished chewing, she turned toward Lynx.

“Thanks, you know, for bringin’ this.” She smiled. “I was wonderin’ what I was gonna have for dinner. Peanut butter and jelly was my original choice, but this is so much better.”

His gaze held hers for several seconds, his smile both sexy and sweet at the same time.

Reagan had no idea what she was going to do with this man. She couldn’t get him off her mind, and now that she seemed to be spending more and more time with him, she knew which direction this was going to go.

Unfortunately, she just wasn’t sure if she was ready for it to go that way.

Not yet.





8


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For the first time in a long time, Lynx had spent an entire Friday night without getting into a brawl in the parking lot. In fact, the entire week had been relatively uneventful. Nothing more than work and sleeping in his truck out in front of Reagan’s house, anyway. Same old shit.

He figured tonight’s lack of excitement had a lot to do with the fact that Rhys was in attendance at Reagan’s. The good ol’ sheriff was hanging out with Wolfe while they chatted it up with their woman. No one seemed to be in a particularly snarky mood, and Billy hadn’t graced them with his presence, so Lynx hadn’t had to fend any dumb asses off.