Sweet Possession (Sweet #5)(59)

And she’d been perfectly miserable the whole time. Angry and miserable.

She’d embraced such an existence because she truly felt it was what she deserved. But was it really?

She shook her head, unwilling to mar what was shaping up to be a perfect day with dark memories. She didn’t want to go there. She didn’t want to think about things she couldn’t change.

What she wanted to do was enjoy a swim and maybe tweak Connor in the process. He’d probably be pissed, but the impish demon inside her simply couldn’t resist the desire to needle him.

Yep. A simple little swim would be fun. And she hadn’t had fun in a damn long time. Not until she’d met Connor and his friends and allowed herself to relax and truly enjoy the company of others. She liked it. Liked it a hell of a lot.

She didn’t bother searching her stuff for a suit. She didn’t have one. She stripped down until she was bare-assed naked and then threw on a robe and tied the ends for her trip down the stairs.

Connor had told her to enjoy herself. She planned to take him up on it.

“You realize we’re going to get totally busted for this,” Julie said as Sam rolled to a stop at the gates of the house Lyric was staying in.

Serena waved a dismissive hand as Sam rolled down the window to address the guard. “What are they going to do, shoot us?”

“Maybe,” Faith murmured as she surveyed the automatic slung over the guard’s shoulder.

“We are here to see Ms. Jones,” Sam said in his somber voice.

“Sorry, sir. No one gets onto the premises without direct authorization.”

Angelina’s eyes widened. Direct authorization? she mouthed.

“Let me take care of this. Lyric gave me her cell number,” Julie said as she yanked out her cell. She held up a finger through the window to the guard.

She punched in Lyric’s number and waited as it rang.

“I could just call Connor,” Faith offered.

Julie snorted. “And let him get all pissy with us for coming without his permission? Oh, hi, Lyric, it’s Julie Tucker.” She held up a finger to silence the other girls. “I’m good. Hey, what are you doing right now? Swimming? Oh that sounds fun. Uh yeah, we’re kind of here at your front gates only the dude with the gun won’t let us in without proper authorization. Think you could help us out with that?”

Julie’s face split into a grin. “Yeah, sure.”

She closed the phone and leaned over the front seat to look out at the guard. “Ms. Jones will be calling you shortly.”

On cue, the guard reached for his phone and sent a glare into the car.

“Ms. Jones,” he greeted. “Yes, there are four women here to see you.” There was a pause. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Perhaps it would be better if I were to speak to Mr. Malone or Mr. Murphy.” He winced. “Yes, of course, I understand Mr. Malone and Mr. Murphy are in an important meeting. No, ma’am, I understand. Yes, of course. I’ll let them in immediately.”

“That’s our girl,” Serena said with a grin.

The gate swung open and the guard motioned them in, though he looked less than happy to be doing so. Sam drove the car up the drive and parked in front.

“Lyric said for us to come around to the pool,” Julie said as they all piled out. “You going to make it, Angelina?”

Angelina shot her a glare as Sam helped her from the car. “I’m not that huge.”

“Yet,” Julie said with a grin.

“I’m so going to drown you,” Angelina muttered.

“I feel it best if I accompany you ladies,” Sam said stiffly.

Serena patted his arm. “Of course, Sam. You can keep us safe from all the guys with guns.”

He pinched his lips together. “I still don’t think this was a good idea. Mr. Roche will be most displeased if I allow any harm to come to you.”

“Mr. Roche does not have to know of all my comings and goings,” Serena said dryly.

Two guards appeared, both armed, and they glanced warily at the women. Julie couldn’t say she entirely blamed them. Women were probably scarier creatures than a whole horde of men with knives and guns.

“Can you direct us to the pool?” Julie asked airily.

“They won’t really shoot us, will they?” Faith whispered as they started forward.

“I’ll pretend I’m in labor if they do any funny stuff,” Angelina said in a low voice. “Pregnant women always scare the shit out of men.”

Sam hovered protectively over the women as they traipsed around the side of the house. He shot scowls at the men who flanked them. It was pretty funny because Julie’s money was on Sam in a throwdown. He might come across as all starchy and straitlaced, but he was a big son of a bitch and he got growly when it came to “his” women.

As soon as the gate to the pool was opened, they saw Lyric pressed against the side of the pool, staring expectantly in their direction. She lifted an arm to wave, and it was then Julie realized Lyric didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.

She started laughing. The others stared at Julie and then back at Lyric, and Faith’s mouth formed an O.

“Hey!” Lyric called. “Gosh, I’m so glad to see you guys. How on earth did you manage it? I’m practically kept prisoner here, with no visitation, I might add.”