Liam, too? She hated the idea of imposing on his day. “But how did you... Who told you...”
“We’re part of a small town now,” Callie said. “You should know that nothing stays secret for long.”
Once her brother drove off, Ronna was on him. Laughing, Kam held her back. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you to pay up.” Damp lips landed on his neck, followed by a hot tongue.
“Ronna,” he chided, wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this one. “I told you, that’s a no-go.”
“I’ll convince you.” With no more warning than that, hersmall hand cuddled his crotch through the tux pants, making him jump.
“Hey now.” Getting his jewels well out of reach of grabby hands became a priority, good manners be damned. He felt molested. With more force, he stepped away from her, keeping her at bay with the length of his arms which, thankfully, were long. “Haven’t you ever heard that no means no?”
“From you?” Her smile promised wicked things. “You never say no.”
He hadn’t before, but everything was different. “I’m saying it now.”
Finally catching on, she scowled up at him. “Is that a joke?”
“I was clear, Ronna.”
She studied his face. “I thought you were playing around!”
Had it come off that way? Maybe. “I’m sorry if I confused you.”
Being a genuinely good person, Ronna gave up with a smile. “Well, damn. I already had my motor revving.”
Relieved that she wasn’t mad, or still grabbing for him, Kam relaxed. “I have no doubt there are ten guys lined up and waiting who would be thrilled to help with that.”
“Probably twenty,” she shot back with a cocky grin. “So is it the homeowner? What was her name? Glory?” Her gaze went over him. “Of course, it is. You’re still in your tux from the wedding.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, hon. My brother married her cousin, so she’s family.”
With a snort, Ronna let him know what she thought of his logic. “Sell that somewhere else. I know you too well. And so we’re clear, you still owe me.”
Forging past most of what she’d said, he agreed to owe her. “As long as you understand that I can’t pay up the way you wanted.”
“Don’t worry,” she said on the way to her car. “I’ll think of something else.”
Since Glory had already paid for the work, there was nothing for Kam to do but thank Ronna again and wave as she left.
While he waited for Glory to return, he hung her pictures and mounted the heavy mirror. He liked it. It looked good there.
Other boxes remained in the garage, and he thought they might go in the bedrooms, but without Glory’s explicit direction, he wasn’t going in there. It’d cross a line, and he knew it.
He’d just finished putting away the tools and was stuffing himself into the uncomfortable tux shirt when a knock sounded on Glory’s front door.
Hoping it wasn’t Ronna returning, while idly wondering if Mike the Dick would dare to show up, he went down the hall with a purpose. When he swung the door open, it was Tanner, and he didn’t look happy.
“What the hell?” Leaning out the door, Kam looked around and quickly realized that Tanner had come alone. “Where is your wife?”
“At home with her cousin.” Tanner muscled his way in, then shoved a bag of clothes at Kam. “Get changed so we can go.”
Lost as to what was going on, he said, “Sure, thanks.” He closed and locked the door, stepped into the living room, and stripped off the tux pants. “Want to tell me where we’re going?”
“Dan Fellows was in a car wreck last night.”
In only his boxers, jeans held loosely in his hand, Kam straightened. Misgivings swamped him, with anger hot behind it. “He gave Glory and me a lift.”