Left alone, Reeve scowled
at the retreating forms of the trio of men bound together in ways
that he and his brother could never be, nor had they ever been. He
had always envied his brothers; caught in the middle, Reeve wasn’t
special in his mind.
Not the baby like Godric. Nor was he the firstborn, the heir
to the Leighton legacy, as Scott was.
Then, there was the fact
Godric owned a business, had since he was twenty-four. That was six
years ago, and his country club was one of the most prestigious
In addition, the
firstborn had to go and join the military. Become one of the best.
Reeve was proud of his brother, but there were times he missed the
closeness they used to share, back before Scott left for Annapolis
and a career in the US Navy. The closeness Scott, or Harrier, now
shared with the other members of his Team had once been between
Reeve and his brother.
Therefore, Reeve was the
playboy of the family. Parties, fast cars, and faster women. That
seemed to be his motto. For a brief time, he’d sobered up a bit
after a scare of being a father with Marisol, but after that got
cleared up, he had gone right back to his familiar lifestyle.
He knew Scott didn’t
approve of how Reeve was “wasting” his life, but ever since he had
seen the way Scott looked at Alexis that first night he met her,
Reeve felt something was missing from his own. And no matter how
hard he partied, it was still there, mocking him. Daring him to
confront it. So he ran hard and partied even harder.
Flipping his car keys in
his hand, he opened the door to the house that had become the
permanent home of his brother and sister-in-law and walked out into
the comfortable autumn afternoon. His gaze immediately honed in on
the woman who was talking with a taxi driver as the man put her bags
in the trunk.
As she tossed her head,
her gaze turned back to the house, and a glower settled over her
“Let me explain,” Reeve
said as he realized his feet were heading him in her direction.
The driver got into the
vehicle, and Affrica leaned against the cab, one arm over the open
back door. “What do you want?” she snapped.
“I want to apologize
“For assuming I was
stealing something?” Affrica butted in.
“Well, I didn’t know who
Her brown eyes made him
want to jump in and see where they took him. It looked like she had
flecks of dark gold in them, when he peered nearer. Moreover, he
wanted to peer as closely as he could.
“I didn’t know who you
were either, but I didn’t make the wrong assumption.” Her gaze raked
over his body. “I was right on the money about you.”
“Meaning?” Reeve stepped
closer, dwarfing her body with his larger, much stronger one.
“I figured you were a
rich, arrogant asshole.” A smirk filled her face. “I was right.”
Reeve lowered his face to
hers and inhaled her subtle fragrance.
“You forgot something,”
he mumbled, using the voice he knew women thought of as a sexy
“How incredibly handsome
I am.” He moved two lean fingers to twirl around a thick curl. He
couldn’t believe how soft her hair was. Reeve wanted to bury his
hands into the hair on the sides of her head and see if she tasted
as sweet as he believed she would.
less-than-feminine snort escaped Affrica. Leaning in, her fingers
trailed over the edge of his silvery shirt, just tantalizing his
skin as her lips moved within millimeters of his own. “I see
handsome men all the time, and trust me…I dinna forget it. I dinna
think it worth mentionin’.”