Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Caleb says, between bites, “I cut up some grapefruit into the oatmeal and added raisins.”“Yeah, that sounds good.”“Want to try it?”I head over to Caleb, but he gets up from the kitchen table and meets me halfway, spoon full of oatmeal in hand. Before I can tell Caleb that he didn’t need to get up, he slips a spoon full of oatmeal into my open mouth. It’s really good, the perfect mix of sweet, sour, and mushy, but Caleb feeding me oatmeal is not what I had in mind to help me get my mind off him.Caleb swirls the spoon around in my mouth, and I scrunch my nose and punch him in the arm. He just laughs and stretches his spoon back to the bowl of oatmeal on the kitchen table. “What’s that? You want another bite?” “Stop! Let me make my own!” I try to pull myself away, but Caleb has an MMA death grip on my arm. Then, right when his second spoonful is inches away from my mouth, there’s a knock on the door.“That’s probably Gina.” I chomp down on the oatmeal and take the spoon with me as I move into the entrance hall and open the door.It’s not Gina.“Are you Emma Grant?”A tan, stern-looking woman in a pantsuit stands in the doorway. Slowly, I pull the spoon out of my mouth and hold it behind my back. “Yeah, that’s me.”The tan woman nods, and then pulls out a badge. “Kim Woods, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Is your stepbrother home, by any chance?”Not good. Not good at all. I was just starting to feel like Caleb’s MMA ring was the kind of illegal no one really cared about, but this person definitely looks like she cares.“Hey guys, what’s going on?”I turn around and see Caleb standing behind me, still shirtless.“I take it you’re Caleb Matthews?”Caleb shrugs. “In the fucking flesh.”I want to kick Caleb, but I don’t dare. That’s no way to talk to a federal agent! Agent Woods’ eyes linger on Caleb’s torso full of tattoos and her brow furrows. “Could I come inside? I’d like to ask you a couple questions.”“Absolutely, come in.”Caleb leads Agent Woods into the kitchen, where he’s set out a grapefruit and a box of raisins on the kitchen table, and started to cook a pot of oatmeal on the stove. “Emma and I were just eating breakfast. Help yourself to some oatmeal, by the way.”Agent Woods flashes a forced smile. “Thanks, but I already ate.”Caleb shrugs. “Alright. It’s there if you change your mind. So, what brings you up this way?”Agent Woods sits at the head of the table and motions for Caleb to sit across from him. I get the sense that maybe they want me to leave, but I’m definitely not leaving Caleb alone with an FBI agent. If I do, he’ll probably invite her to his next match or something. Instead, I head over to the pot of oatmeal, stirring it and pretending to make breakfast while I listen in. “I’m not interrupting you, am I? You look like you’re dressed for the gym.”Caleb looks down at his shorts and shakes his head. “You’re fine. I’m always dressed for the gym.”Caleb! Stop being Caleb around the FBI agents!Agent Woods smirks. “Well, clearly, it pays off. Emma?”I turn to look at Agent Woods, trying to look as friendly and welcoming as possible.“I changed my mind. Could I get some of that oatmeal?”Agent Woods seems a little friendlier now, a little more like a human being. I don’t think that’s a good sign. I spoon some oatmeal out of the pot, pour it into a bowl, and hand it off to her. It’s steaming hot, just off the oven, but as Agent Woods turns back to face Caleb, she starts eating it without giving the slightest indication that it’s too hot.“So what do you do with all those muscles? Do you play any sports?”Caleb and I share a look. Thankfully, he seems as on edge as I am. She’s definitely not getting invited to the tournament.“I play the craziest fucking sport in the world: business. I’m a manager at my dad’s company, and by the time I’m his age, I want to be bigger than he is. Do you know my dad?”“The FBI uses Poodle just like everyone else, Mr.
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