“Scene control, buddy. We need scene control.”
And it helped that Caleb could translate for him. “I think she deserves spanking.”
Caleb stared at him for a moment. “Have you been hanging out with Wolf?”
“I do not know any wolves. Though I would be all right with a dog.” Why was Caleb talking about pets?
Green eyes rolled slightly. “Dude, Wolf is a friend of mine. He drove me out to the hospital after we picked up Holly. Do you want to know what he said I should do to Holly?”
“If he is smart man, he tell you to spank her.”
“Well, you would think he’s incredibly smart. He also thought I should tie her up and then spank her and then…well, he’s a really creative guy.”
Alexei would like to meet this man. “So, we are in agreement?”
“I’m not saying no to it. I just want to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”
Alexei smiled. “She will not be hurt, but she will learn the lesson.”
“To talk to her men.”
“To rely on her men.”
Caleb finally scooted into the booth across from him. “Maybe we should make out a schedule. You know, one of us takes her to work and one of us picks her up. This town can be very dangerous. Serial killers. Biker gangs. Your friends.”
“No more friends. All dead or in jail.”
“You get my point. Bliss can be a dangerous place. And Holly just runs around all on her own. She’s just out there running around like a huge cupcake and all the criminals are really hungry. Do you know what I mean?”
Alexei had no idea, but he nodded anyway. Perhaps Caleb wouldn’t prove to be the best translator.
Caleb continued. “And did you say anything to her about that dress?”
“I tell her dress is beautiful.” Alexei knew how to tell a woman she was beautiful in any language. “Dress is sexy.”
Caleb pinned him with a stern stare. “No. Dress is naked. Dress needs more material. Dress needs a turtleneck. Look, man, if I give on the spanking thing, I want you to stand by me when I tell her to not walk around with my boobs hanging out for every man in the county to salivate over.”
“Our boobs.” Caleb needed to get it right if he was going to ask for solidarity.
“Fine. Our boobs,” Caleb conceded. “The point is those boobs are supposed to be ours. We have to protect them.”
Alexei tried to imagine that talk. It seemed to him that it would end in nonerotic violence. “I worry she take spanking better than a lecture on her clothing.”
“Maybe. But if we’re going to do this, we have to present a united front.”
Great. They would both get slapped. But Alexei smiled anyway. “Yes, we do.”
“Or she will eat us alive.”
Alexei planned on her doing just that, but he didn’t point out the fallacies in Caleb’s plan. He wasn’t about to stop the man now. When Caleb had started talking, he’d talked about just hanging around for the sex. Now they were making rules together.
Yes, Caleb only wanted sex.
Caleb leaned forward. “I don’t know how good I’m going to be at this. I haven’t dated a lot. I haven’t been celibate since my wife died, but I haven’t cared about anyone either. I certainly haven’t been in anything that vaguely resembled a relationship. What if I fuck this up? This is why it’s better if I’m just here for sex. I won’t fuck up sex.”
Alexei leaned forward, too. Finally the man was softening. He was talking about the problem instead of just saying no. “It will be okay. No one knows how a relationship will go. Not a single person in the world know how a relationship will end when they begin.”
“I certainly know that.” A haunted look passed over his face, and Alexei knew he was thinking about his wife. When would Caleb trust him enough to really talk about her? And to talk about why he was hiding his identity?
“We can only care about her. We can only try to protect her. That is all we can ask of ourselves.” Alexei knew all too well how the world sometimes had its say. “So, you are in, my friend?”
“This still doesn’t make us friends,” Caleb shot back, but the words sounded stubborn, as if only forced from his mouth from long-standing habit. Caleb was silent for a moment. “You really think this is her fantasy?”
“Yes, it is.”
The answer had come from Holly. Alexei stiffened, praying she wasn’t going to be upset. Her voice had been quiet, so she must have been close. How much had she heard? “Holly, we were just talking.”
“You were negotiating, Alexei.” She stared at both of them and made no move to take a seat. She clutched her purse.
Caleb’s eyes went straight to her chest. The man might not like the dress, but he certainly seemed to appreciate it. “Maybe we don’t want to be like everyone else in Bliss.”
A single eyebrow arched over Holly’s lovely, wide eyes. “Really?”
Caleb sputtered for a moment as though trying to navigate in uncharted seas. “No, it’s not like everyone else here. They go into it willy-nilly. Do you think Max and Rye really talked it out before they went after Rachel or did they all just fall into bed together? Alexei and I don’t have some weird psychic twin thing. We have to talk.”
“Holly, your wine. It sounds like you’re going to need it.” Zane handed her a glass of white wine. He did it with one hand. His other hand held the receiver of a phone, its corded length stretching halfway across the bar. “And could y’all talk louder? Callie’s having trouble hearing.” Zane put the phone back to his ear. “I asked them, babe. Yes. Alexei and Caleb. And Caleb’s already acting like a bossy asshole. He thinks he can do this better than the rest of us.”
Alexei could actually hear a peal of feminine laughter escape from the phone.
Holly took a nice long swig of her wine. “Great. Now everyone knows.”
“I don’t think I’ll do it better than everyone. I’ll just do it a bit more cautiously,” Caleb said with a frown. “I don’t just jump into things.”
Zane shook his head. “Dude, six years. It took me and Nate six whole years. It took Rafe and Cam five. Sure it took Max and Rye like fifteen minutes, but they’re the only ones you beat, so get to the back of the line on the ‘thinking things through’ show.”
“Zane Derek Hollister, that is not a thing to be proud of!” the phone yelled.
Alexei felt the whole thing spinning out of control. Caleb started to argue with Zane, who was trying to hold two conversations. Holly went bright pink and looked like she might ask for the whole bottle of wine. The door opened, and Laura walked in with her two men. Her eyes lit up, and she started toward Holly.
Holly took off like a shot. Laura was right there, opening her arms to her friend. Cool blue eyes looked across the bar like lasers attempting to acquire a target. Him. Laura Niles gave him a look that could have frozen off his cock.
His blissful night was slipping away, and no one was going to save it.
No one except him.
He stood. “Caleb, I am taking this conversation back to Holly’s place. There are too many cooks in this kitchen.”
“No, there’s just me since Callie got too big to work. That’s something I thought I could talk to you about, Alexei,” Zane said. He put the phone back to his ear. “No, babe. You’re not that big. Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful. You know I still think you’re sexy.” He pulled the phone away, cradling it against his chest. “She’s crying again, Doc. Maybe you should go take a look at her.”
“No.” Alexei stood up. He was done. If he didn’t set boundaries, then everyone in Bliss would walk all over him, and he would end up sleeping alone at the motel listening to two US Marshals going at it again all night long. No was Caleb’s favorite word. Alexei would adopt it as his own.
“No?” Caleb asked, a hint of a smile on his face.