Page 64 of Restless Hawke

I clear my throat. “Nice to meet all of you. I have to get going.”

Before the evidence of what we just did appears on my lower thighs.

I glance up at Coen. “I’ll call you.”

He nods as I start to slip away, not even bothering to ask me how I will get his number. By now, he must know I have my ways, too.

“Don’t run off so soon…” Savage’s words freeze me in my tracks, and I turn back to them. He offers me a smile that lies somewhere between friendly and concerned. “Any friend of Coen’s is a friend of ours.” He tosses his nephew a look. “Why don’t you join us for Sunday family dinner tomorrow?”

Coen’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s?—”

Kennedy grins, her red lips tilting in a devious way that makes me sure I was one hundred percent right in my initial impression of her. “Oh, I think that’s exactly what needs to happen.”

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COEN

Even six hours later,my body still vibrates with a strange mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. Muscles twitching. Hands and cock tingling, remembering what it felt like to have Allegra in my arms, to be buried inside her. Her taste still fills my mouth and coats my tongue, her scent invading every breath I take.

On top of my encounter with the woman I thought I’d never see again, the tedious hours spent with Savage, Cass, and Kennedy—along with my new shadow, Bishop—going over the heightened security measures at the hotel as well as additional plans for the new building across the street that will open soon, I’ve been on my feet for almost sixteen hours and every fiber of my being is feeling it.

I unlock my condo door and step inside, relieved to finally have Bishop off my back, at least for the night, now that I’m locked away tight in the building guarded in the lobby on a floor accessible with a code only the Hawkes know.

Leaning back against the door, I release a long, heavy breath and let my eyes drift closed.

What a long fucking day.

All I want to do is take a hot shower, maybe relive my encounter with Allegra as I rub one out, then climb into bed and never get out.

Though, it would be a lot better if I had her with me.

Christ.

I scrub my hands over my face and push off the door.

Images flit through my head.

Fantasies that likely can never be reality.

I can’t even imagine what we’d be like in a bed together like that, with all night laid out in front of us andzerointerruptions from pesky family members.

Combustible.

That’s what we would be, and I know it.

What happened in the penthouse was only a spark, ready to ignite something much bigger, something neither of us is ready for or would likely survive.

“You look tired, Coen…”

The slightly accented voice slips through the darkness of the living room, freezing me instantly. Goosebumps rise on my skin as dread coils around my spine and tightens until I can barely move, even if I wanted to.

I don’t have to be able to see in the darkness to know who it is.

Not when I would know that voice anywhere.

Any of the Hawkes would.

That’s the sound of danger.