The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,180

could sit with me for hours without saying a single word.

The memory of us having dinner together on the balcony tugged at my heart.

But I pushed it away.

We came to a stoplight in town and sat at the light for over a minute. I didn’t have to catch a flight at the airport like everyone else, so I didn’t care if this delay put us back a couple minutes. I had a few emails from one of my regional managers, so I responded to those with my eyes glued to the screen.

Then the front window shattered.

“What the—”

A man slammed Dunbar’s head against the steering wheel so hard he knocked him out cold. The horn honked, and the rest of the cars in traffic sped away on the sidewalk since they didn’t know what was happening.

There was a gun under the seat, so I snatched it with lightning speed.

“It’s me.” Joseph pushed Dunbar’s body to the passenger seat then got behind the wheel. “I’m not packing, so you can calm down. London sent me.” He fastened his safety belt then drove through the light once it turned green.

The only reason why I didn’t shoot him was because of London. Otherwise, he’d have a bullet in his brain right now. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Taking you to have lunch with her. When you’re done, I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”

Was this a joke? “You knock out my driver and expect me to spend time with your sister?”

“Hey, this was all her idea. I wanted to kill the guy, but she said no.”

“Ironic,” I said. “I want to kill you right now.”

“She told me you wouldn’t. And for some idiotic reason, I trust what she says.” He didn’t turn around and look at me even though he knew I was holding a loaded pistol.

I wanted to shoot him just to prove London wrong, but I couldn’t do that. When I imagined how heartbroken she would be, it made me feel like shit. I turned the safety back on and stowed it under the seat. “Where are we going?”

“She made lunch at her apartment. I’ll wait in the car, and when you’re done, I’ll take you to the strip.”

I couldn’t believe London actually arranged this. When she put her mind to something, she didn’t give up. But I hoped she would give up soon because she was wasting her time. “Your sister is an idiot.”

“You know, I would normally kill you for saying that, but this is the one time I actually agree with you.”

I looked out the window and watched the buildings go by. I knew her apartment was somewhere in the city. I was tempted to look it up a few times, to make sure she was safe wherever she was living. Thankfully, Dunbar was unconscious and unable to tell Ariel what happened. If Ariel knew, she’d burst into London’s apartment with a gun in each hand. She’d hated London before, but now she loathed the woman.

After a short drive, Joseph pulled up to the curb of a small apartment building. It was solidly built, but not in the greatest part of town. Must have been all she could afford on her salary. “She’s in apartment 110.”

I could just get out and wave down a taxi, but I didn’t do that. A part of me wanted to have this lunch. A part of me enjoyed the fact that London went to such lengths to see me again. After not speaking for two weeks, I wondered if she’d given up on me. I wanted her to let me go, but at the same time, I wanted her to fight for me.

I got out and located her apartment in the complex. I stood in front of the door for a minute, thinking about how this lunch would go. My cock hardened when I pictured us ending up on her bed, screwing on the old mattress that had probably been there since the complex was built. It didn’t matter how many women I slept with to get over her, they were never as good in the sack as she was.

I missed it.

Instead of knocking, I walked inside. She invaded my personal space by sending her brother to commandeer my car, so I didn’t feel any remorse for barging into her place when she was expecting me. “I need some painkillers before I leave. Dunbar is gonna wake up with one hell of a migraine.”

She stood at the kitchen counter and turned around