Broken (Brody Brothers Book 4) by Stacy Gail

Author:Stacy Gail [Gail, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Winnie’s heart thudded against her sternum as Des led her up the open-riser stairs. She’d expected to be greeted with maybe a hall with rooms hidden behind closed doors, so her eyes widened in surprise when they entered a massive loft area that was clearly Des’s personal space.

At least half the cavernous loft was taken up by a disorganized mishmash of work and mancave-necessities. An impressive entertainment system set against the far wall appeared to have all the bells and whistles—a large, curved smart TV, streaming and gaming consoles, along with another screen, a Pro Display monitor that she would have killed for. The furniture surrounding it was similar to the furnishings from downstairs—big, overstuffed, and built for ultimate comfort.

Clearly, Des insisted on only the finest of everything.

No surprise there.

There was also a workstation of sorts, a glass and wooden wraparound desk with three monitors, wireless keyboard and printer, and several topographical maps and what appeared to be satellite photos pinned to a corkboard behind the desk. A framed black and white photo of a Black Angus bull hung next to the corkboard, but there were no personal framed photographs of actual people. Not even of his brothers, and it made her shake her head.

“You’re like me. No pictures of family anywhere to be found,” she added when he looked to her questioningly. “I’m sure you noticed I have sketches and photos of my designs tacked up all over my apartment, but that’s work. There’s nothing…”

“Personal?”

“Loved.” She smiled wryly. “Which is okay, I guess. I’m not interested in love, and I can see you’re not, either. We display what’s important to us. Like your work.” Her eyes fell on the portrait-sized black and white photo of the butte she’d seen earlier hanging over a massive four poster bed.

Like that, the bed was suddenly all she could see.

Not surprising, really. That was a seriously huge bed.

“I’m not going to ask you every five seconds if you’re okay.” The sound of his voice made her jump. When she glanced at him, she realized he’d come to a stop—probably because she’d come to a stop in order to stare at a bed that was probably bigger than the footprint of her apartment. “Nothing kills a mood faster than a worry-troll, so I’m not going there. What I am going to do is rely on you to sing out if you need to tap the brakes, because you’re going to be as honest with me as possible. Say you understand me, Winsome.”

She understood that he was asking her if she was okay, and that Brody-rough attentiveness made her relax as if by magic. “Yeah, I understand.” Then she thought about it. “Wait, let’s be clear. How honest?”

He took a moment to mull it over. “Like telling me if the sight of my cock is going to make you scream.”

She couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “Not unless it’s weird.”

“I definitely do not have a weird cock.”

“You sure about that?”

“Get over here, right the fuck now, and find that out for yourself.

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