"Yeah," I mumbled, squinting at the figure on the porch. I was swearing long and loud in my head though. If whoever it was woke Bay, I was gonna kill them without even thinking about it. It had been a very rough night. "Brand here?" I heard a deep voice rumble. "Who wants to know?" I shot back, trying to smooth my hair and hold the blanket I had around me up at the same time. "Trey," came the reply. I blinked and the man came into focus. All it took was the decorated vest to set my hackles rising. "He's not available at this time," I mumbled, easing myself out the door and pulling it partially closed behind me. "What is this regarding?" "Who the fuck are you, pretty girl?" the man asked and I blinked in order to get a good view of who I was speaking with. Tall and well built. Big, soulful brown eyes fringed with lots of dark lashes. A manly face only softened by a pair of full lips framed by a thick brown goatee. "I'm Reese. Brand's wife," I murmured as I continued to assess the man in front of me. Yeah, like that was something hard to do. If I hadn't had Bay, I would've been drooling over the hunk in front of me.
