Chapter Eight
Garret
“f**k,” I muttered under my breath, Lissa’s reply shooting blood straight to my d**k.
“Problem?”
Fighting the urge to adjust myself, I glanced over at my friend Rian who’d just arrived at the estate that afternoon. “Got a little date at the church in ten minutes.”
One of his eyebrows shot up, a glint of interest in his eyes. “One of Adam’s?”
“My own,” I replied, knowing in that moment that I didn’t want to scene with anyone Adam contracted for an evening of debauchery with his guests.
“Flavor of the week?” he asked with a chuckle, knowing too-well how I worked my way through women.
I didn’t bother with an answer, because he was ten times worse.
“Been thinking about that sister of yours,” he said and sipped from his tumbler, ice clinking as he lowered the empti
