by Nichole Rose
I didn't imagine that. I need to know who she is. Right now.
"Who?" Trick asks as if he didn't see her.
"The brunette." I shove a hand through my hair, glaring at him. "Big green eyes, dimples. Barely taller than anything." I hold my hand up about chest high to demonstrate. Though, as big as Trick is, she probably doesn't even come up that high on him.
Trick and I grew up in foster care together. Neither of us knows our real parents or where we came from. We were cast-off kids, tossed in the system before we were even old enough to feed ourselves. But if someone told me Trick was descended from a race of giants, I wouldn't doubt it.
He's one scary looking son of a bitch. Has the skills to back it up too. The shit he did overseas, well, there's a reason he doesn't like crowds and it isn't the kind that makes you sleep warm and cozy at night. He was a hero over there long before I came home almost a decade ago. He kept on being a hero over there long after I left too.
He looks at me and then at Sophie like he has no clue who I'm talking about. Jesus. He probably doesn't. I don't think he's noticed that other women even exist since he found Sophie. He doesn't take his eyes off her long enough to see them.
"Hi, Asher," Sophie says.
Shit. I'm being rude.
"Hi, sweetheart. Sorry I'm late. I got hung up working on a piece," I mutter, scrubbing a hand through my hair. The piece was a simple rose, but the chick wouldn't stop complaining and sit still. It wasn't a big deal until approximately five minutes ago. A lot of people struggle to sit still when you're permanently inking their skin. But had she cooperated, I might have been here long before the brunette vanished.
"It's all good," Trick drawls, playing with a piece of Sophie's red hair.
"Are you talking about Kennedy?" Sophie asks me, swatting his hand away.
Trick grins, his eyes lighting up. I swear, he gets off on riling her up.
"Her name is Kennedy?"
I didn't imagine her. Thank God.
"Yeah. Kennedy Thorne," Sophie says, eyeing me oddly. She probably thinks I'm insane. Hell, I might be because I took one look at the girl and every nerve ending in my body started firing. My heart is still pounding like a war drum. And my cock is hard enough to pound steel.
I plan to take care of that last issue as soon as I find her.
"Where'd she go?" I ask Sophie since she's the one with the answers.
"She left."
"She left?" I growl so loud half the table turns to look at me.
Son of a bitch.
I would find my future wife and lose her in the space of five minutes.
Kissing Kennedy is coming soon.
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About Nichole Rose
Nichole Rose is a short romance author living in the heart of the Dirty South. Headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them explode from the pages. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.
Nichole is sure to have a steamy, sweet story just right for everyone. She fully believes the world is ugly enough without trying to fit falling in love into a one-size-fits-all box.
When not writing, Nichole enjoys fine wine, cute shoes, and everything supernatural. She is happily married to the love of her life and is a proud mama to the world's most ridiculous fur-babies.
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