He opened his mouth to tell Hunter to go to hell for an hour, but Hunter had already hung up. Carlotta had apparently heard every word his son had said and gave a sharp sound of distress before hopping to her feet.
“Carlotta…” God, he was ready to beg her. And after seeing her body, it seemed a shame to cover it up.
Her hands fluttered. Panic held her eyes wide. She took one look at her ripped panties and her jaw dropped. Then she looked ready to kill him.
Fuck, the mood was gone.
Shoving his c**k back in his jeans, he zipped up and stood. “This isn’t over, Lottie. For now, go to the bathroom, and I’ll bring you your suitcase. You can change there.”
Palpable relief crossed her face. “Thank you.”
She looked around for something to cover herself with, but he gathered her blouse, her skirt, her shoes, then pointed down the hall behind her with a grin. “Bathroom is that way.”
Carlotta reached out for her clothes. Caleb shrugged and handed them to her. Even if she held them, she’d find it damn hard to cover her ass as she walked away. His smile widened.
“I will dress here.”
“The windows are wide open.”
As if realizing that anyone could look in and see her naked, she jumped away from them with a squeal and clutched her clothes tighter to her chest. Shame to cover up such a fine view, but he’d make certain to see it again.
“But if I walk down the hall naked, you will look at me.”
“Damn straight. Get used to it, woman.”
Carlotta tsked at him. “You are a wicked man.”
“Oh, you have no idea. But I’ll make sure you find out soon.” He winked.
She rolled her dark eyes, but he saw a ghost of a smile playing at her lips as she turned away.
Caleb stared, watching as she made her way to the bathroom. She might have put a little extra sway into that sashay down the hall, but it confirmed what he knew. “Nice ass.”
She darted into the bathroom and hid behind the door, then peeked around it and stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the door closed. He chuckled as he threw his shirt on over his head and fished the keys out of his pocket, happily plotting ways to kill his son.
After retrieving her suitcase from the truck and carrying it down the hall, he knocked, and she opened the door a fraction to grab it. She said nothing, but her dark eyes danced with mischief, promised more sensual delights…and maybe a bit of retribution for making her walk to the bathroom naked under his watchful gaze. Caleb looked forward to that.
She’d no more than shut herself in the bathroom again when someone pounded on the front door then opened it. With a whoop and stomping of feet, the solitude was broken.
“Dad?” Hunter called.
He dragged a hand over his hair, then took in a deep breath, reminding himself that responsible parents didn’t eat their young. “Coming out.”
Making his way down the hall, he found Hunter, his son-in-law, Deke, and family friend Tyler all standing in the great room, taking up most of the space—and staring at Carlotta’s ripped panties on the floor.
Fuck! He winced as he bent to pick them up and shove them in his pocket. “When she comes out of the bathroom, not a f**king word. Not a laugh. Not a glance. Not a raised brow. Nothing. Do you understand me?”
“Tell me that isn’t…” Hunter’s jaw dropped. “You’re f**king my mother-in-law?”
Caleb gritted his teeth. “I would have if you didn’t have such impeccable goddamn timing.”
Beside Hunter, Deke burst out laughing. Tyler followed. Hunter just swore.
“You told me to stop ogling her ass, so I did.”
Hunter held up a hand. “I don’t want to know what else you did or might do to her ass. Just…stop there.”
“I wasn’t in the mood to share. Trust me.” Caleb sighed.