Her scent filled the car and went straight to his dick. Last night had been amazing. At least it had been amazing to him, and he couldn’t wait to go again with her. His cell phone rang as he was enjoying his mental trip down memory lane. He accepted the call from Mason. “Good morning,” he said. “It’s a good morning to you but not for me. You’ve pissed me off.” From the noise in the background Mason was moving around a busy city street. “And what have I done to earn your anger?” Nothing was going to darken his mood. He was happy. “Tiffany Sanders is the problem.” Laughing, Evan glanced out of the window. Wendy’s father lived in a decent neighbourhood. He and Drake had discussed going to her father. They’d both known she wasn’t a one-time kind of girl. “You’ve known that girl a few hours.” “What I didn’t know was that my brother is the head chef where she worked. I didn’t investigate her when you asked for information on Wendy. My brother wants Tiffany, and she made it clear last night she wanted nothing to do with me.”
