Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,75
employ who he would ensure were taken care of for as long as they were loyal and true.
“Where’s my wife?” Max asked.
“She went to visit her parents, then she was gonna put in a few hours at the office. Said she’d be back by dinner.”
Max smiled. He recalled the conversation that had taken place. The one in which Courtney had done her wifely duty of inviting him to go with her to her parents’ house. They’d both known before she made the request that he would decline, yet she’d done it anyway because that was what they did.
The thing was, they were on opposite sides of the law when it came to most things. Being an Adorite meant Max’s wealth was built on shaky ground—the vast majority of it having been accumulated through what most considered illegal means—while Courtney was a Kogan and her family had dedicated their life’s work to protecting people through any means necessary.
It was true when they said opposites attract. And if he was being completely honest, having so much opposition on various things only spiced up a relationship. Max loved Courtney beyond measure and would move heaven and earth to take care of her. He knew she felt the same for him, which was why she could overlook some of his more illicit, and often unethical, activities.
But when it was possible to keep her out of it, Max did so. Which was why he was heading back into the house to a secure location where there wasn’t the risk of the feds catching anything he might say. After all, in order for him to grant a favor to Travis Walker, he had to call one in.
As had become the basis of his existence, Max worked on trading favors, and it always paid to have someone owe him.
Especially someone with a ruthless disregard for human existence.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trey did his best not to stare at the man sitting across from him.
It wasn’t easy.
Hell, staying away from Magnus had proved futile, despite Trey’s insistence that celibacy was the only answer.
Yeah, it was safe to say it was off the table at this point. For the past week, he and Magnus had been hooking up routinely, missing only a day or two because of conflicting schedules. Their interludes were always at Trey’s and they never resulted in an overnight. Sure, they would often pass out after, but Magnus was always gone by morning.
And most importantly, they were keeping their encounters on the DL. Trey did not want it to get back to his brother or anyone else what was going on. He didn’t want to deal with anyone’s judgment or concern. If he wanted to fuck Magnus with no strings attached, by God, he was going to do it.
As he sat there, fighting the urge to look at Magnus, Trey wondered whether or not there was any privacy at the back of the small plane. It was bigger than he’d thought it would be. A Gulfstream rather than a puddle jumper, so he figured it was safe to say there was at least one room at the back.
Did they have enough time to bang one out real quick? Would anyone notice they were gone?
Okay, so the answer to the last one was most likely. After all, if one person moved, everyone saw them. So maybe the better question was: would it matter if they did see? As long as they had privacy, Trey could pretend they were just chatting about the case.
Brantley would believe that.
Maybe.
Oh, who the fuck cared?
Trey figured there was only one way to find out.
Once they were at cruising altitude, Trey unbuckled his seat belt, got to his feet. He shot a heated look at Magnus before walking to the back, praying that no one else was paying any attention. It would’ve been hard for them not to considering their close quarters, but still Trey pretended Brantley, Reese, and Baz were too preoccupied or too uninterested to pay them any mind.
Sure enough, aside from a small bathroom, there was also a room that appeared to be utilized as an office. It was no more than fifteen square feet max, but it was more than enough room to—
Trey’s thoughts were cut off instantly when Magnus appeared, stepping into the space and gently closing the door. Like their other encounters, they were instantly on one another, lips crashing, tongues thrashing.
“I take it you’re glad to see me,” Magnus muttered against his mouth, already ripping at Trey’s jeans.