Always With You Part Two by M. Leighton Read Free Book Online Page B

she doesn’t know Olivia well enough yet to realize that she’ll be the warmest, most welcoming female in her life, even above her own mother. It gives me a weird tightness in my chest just thinking about Olivia reading her bedtime stories or something maternal like that. Of course, Isabella is too old for bedtime stories, I’m sure, but I can also picture them laughing as Olivia paints her toenails or both of them in aprons as Olivia shows her how to cook macaroni.  We were meant to be a family, Olivia and I.  And now I’m seeing Isabella as a part of that, too.
    My eyes go straight to the bar and I spot Olivia immediately.  Tension leaves me, like it always does when I see her or hear her voice or spend time with her.  To me, she’s like life’s Valium.  Or a cosmic shot of Jack.  She calms me.  Stills my soul.  Fills my heart.
    As I make my way to her, she looks up and her eyes meet mine.  In them, I can plainly see that she feels the same way.  Before I can think twice about it, I stop in front of the bar and lean across to kiss her. 
    “That’s very unprofessional of you,” Olivia reminds me when I release her ponytail, which I’d grabbed without realizing it.  Her eyes twinkle and her smile says she doesn’t really give a shit.  There was a time when she didn’t want the other Dual employees to know about us.  Favortism, sleeping with the boss, all that crap.  But now, she doesn’t care.  Everybody knows I’m head over heels for her and I’m damn glad they do!
    “Hell if I care,” I say, taking her left hand and nipping her finger right above her wedding ring before I back off.  It wouldn’t do for me to have to get Ginger to fill in for an hour because I have to take my wife out to the parking lot for a good pounding.
    Who am I kidding? I’d need more than an hour!
    Olivia’s right brow arches suggestively, like she knows exactly what I’m thinking, which turns me on even more. 
    My dick twitches. 
    As if she knows that, too, Olivia puts her head down and looks coyly up at me from beneath her lashes.  “Down boy,” she whispers in that throaty voice of hers.
    For about ten long seconds, I seriously debate the wisdom of throwing her over my shoulder, consequences be damned, but I somehow manage to coral my wayward thoughts, bringing them back to the present situation and away from alone time with my wife.
    I clear my throat.  “How’s everything going?” I ask, trying to be all boss when I’d much rather be all husband.
    “Fine,” she replies with a grin.  Her grin dies and her brows lift as if she suddenly remembered something, which she must have.  “Oh, Gavin wants you to come back to the office.”
    “What for?” I know I sound like a whiney asshole, but I don’t want to see Gavin. I want to see Olivia.
    Her grin returns.  “His...friend is here.”
    “Oh.”  I glance back around the club and wonder at the odd energy that seemed to be zinging through the room when I came in. 
    “Cash,” she begins, reaching over to lay her hand on mine.  “Be careful.”
    I frown at her warning.  “Why?  Has something happened?”
    “No. I just…he just seems…just be careful.”
    That managed to refocus my attention like nothing else can.  Is Olivia in danger?  Would Gavin bring someone into our midst that would hurt her?  Does she feel threatened?
    As though, for the third time, she can read every dark thought running through my mind, she laces her fingers with mine, paying no attention to the people surrounding us, and says, “I trust Gavin, but…well, you’ll know when you meet him.”  She laughs lightly, relieving some of the tension that had tightened my fingers into clenched fists.
    “I’ll be back,” I tell her, turning to walk straight back to the office. 
    I open the door to find Gavin in deep, seemingly serious conversation.  Two sets of eyes turn immediately toward me and I know instantly why Olivia said what she said. The man sitting a