Kent was the total package—the type of woman who crawled under a man’s skin and felt so good there he worked his ass off to make sure he never lost the feel of her there.
I wasn’t sure what I was attracted to more, her glossy blonde hair, light baby-blues, pretty face, legs that, even encased in denim, couldn’t hide their length and shape, or the fact that on her feet were a pair of combat boots and her sense of humor was wicked sharp. It would be a crying shame for a woman who looked like Shiloh to wind up dull and boring, but two minutes in, the pretty cop’s presence told me she was anything but.
And since she wasn’t dull or boring and had a face that fueled fantasies—and I’d know because I’d dreamed about her last night—it had taken an ungodly amount of effort to let her walk away.
“I did,” I confirmed.
“You know who she is, right?”
I knew I wanted her in my bed, but beyond knowing she was a police officer on a SWAT team I knew nothing else.
“No. Who is she?”
“Her dad’s Lester Kent. He’s doing life for killing a cop.”
“No shit?”
I ducked my head under the bench press bar and sat up, not believing the carefree, teasing woman I met a few days ago had a father serving life. Not that I knew how a woman whose father killed a cop would act, but Shiloh’s sunny disposition wouldn’t have been my guess.
My friends call me Sunny.
The nickname fit. She was like a ray of sunshine on a cool day.
Okay. Full stop. Now I was poeticizing about the woman and that shit needed to stop. One, because I was a man whose testicles were in good working order therefore I didn’t spout off poetic anything, ever. Two, I wasn’t on the market for a morning-after-type girl. And Shiloh was the very definition of a woman you woke up next to. Not only would a man be inclined to cook her breakfast, he’d do what he could to keep doing it. The addiction would happen so fast you’d never see it coming. It was best to steer clear from the start, which was what I was planning on doing.
“The whole situation is jacked. Sunny’s got three older brothers. All cops. The eldest, Echo, is with the drug task force. He worked some cases with me when I was with the DEA.”
“Echo?”
“Yeah. And advice—you meet the guy, do not give him stick about his name. He’s a six-foot-five wall of muscle and is sensitive about his name.”
Seeing as I had no plans to meet the guy I wouldn’t have to worry about busting his chops about his name.
Jason’s phone chimed with a text that made him wince.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I forgot I had a meeting with Carter, Nick, and Quinn. You know, when we took over Triple Canopy I didn’t think anything of it. My dad and The Uncles made it look easy. Now, I’m rethinking my commitment.”
“Seriously?”
Jason Walker had left his job at the DEA to take over for his father, Jasper, and uncles. Nick Clark had also made the move from the FBI to Triple Canopy. His father, Nolan Clark was one of The Uncles Jason was referring to. Quinn Walker was Jason’s sister. And Carter Lenox the son of Jason’s other uncle, also named Carter, though thankfully everyone called the older Carter by his last name, Lenox. Being as TC kept employment mostly in the family there were a lot of Walkers, Lenoxes, and Clarks around. Brady Walker who was not a Walker by blood but by marriage had married Hadley Walker. When they tied the knot Brady had taken her last name, wanting his family’s legacy to die. Something I didn’t blame the guy for wanting. Brady’s dad was a dick. The fourth uncle, Levi McCoy, only had a daughter but her man Drake worked at TC, and hopefully, when Liberty’s Army contract was up she’d be joining our team, as well. Though by the time that happened Liberty would be a Hayes, seeing as her and Drake’s wedding was imminent.
“No. I’m just bitching because I hate sitting through meetings when I’d rather be doing something else. Anything else.”
Jason’s eyes lit with a look that told me I wouldn’t like whatever idea he’d hatched in his head, so before he could verbalize what his stare communicated I cut him off.
“The answer is no,” I told him. “I took my med discharge because after the explosion