Numb (Senses Series Book 3) by Xavier Neal

misinterpreted.”
    “Maxx—”
    “I gotta get back to work. Don’t even worry about this.” I try to bring air back into my lungs. “Not a big deal, right? That’s how to play Logan’s game.” Backing away from her, not giving the situation another look, I say one more thing, “Question is, Erin, when do I get to stop?”
    Can you answer that? Can you tell me when I get to stop being the chump in this situation? The butt of the joke? The causality in his path of self destruction? Can you? Can you answer me?

Chapter 11
    Logan
    “You rarely bother me at work, Kellar.” Liz folds her arms over her uniform.
    “I know, Legs.” My back hits the rear passenger side. “But I need a favor.”
    “From me?” She pushes her blonde hair behind her ear.
    “Why the fuck else would I show up?”
    “Still cocky.” She happily grins.
    “Still playing stupid.”
    “You have my attention,” she hums wetting her lips.
    Which for the record never felt anywhere near as good as Maxx’s.
    “I need a good deal on a suite at your hotel for three nights.”
    Raising another grin she asks, “Honeymooning?”
    I wish. Fuck. I did not just say that. I. Did. Not. Just. Say. That. What the hell is wrong with me? What I meant was—Sh. Don’t interrupt. All I meant was…I wouldn’t mind being locked up with Maxx for three nights with sex being the only thing for us to do. That. Is. All.
    My hand reaches over and taps the glass. Dean rolls down the window and shows his face. Judging by how quickly she gasps, it takes Liz no time to notice the welt.
    “Kellar, did you lay a hand on him?”
    “Not in a million years would I ever put my hands on the Kid, or any kid for that matter.” I rub my chin at the horrific thought.
    As much as that shit runs in my blood, I’ll bury myself six feet under before ever harming a young buck. Besides, there’s nothing to worry about. Other than Dean here, there will be no other kids in my future. None.
    “You poor thing.” She reaches out and brushes the mark on his cheek. I glance at Dean just as his eyes land on her tits that are trying to topple out of her top. “Eyes up, Kid. Don’t even think about ‘em until you’re legal.”
    Hahaha. Oh what? Like you’ve never caught a guy oogling your shit before.
    “He’s just like you, Kellar.”
    “I hear that a lot.”
    “Are you staying here with him?”
    “That’s where I need the favor,” I admit, pushing my hands into my gym shorts.
    “A minor can’t—”
    “Yeah.” I cut her off. “I know. So I need your help to make it appear like I’m here with him even though I won’t be.”
    “Why can’t he just stay at your house with you?”
    “He will. Soon. Just gotta get some shit squared away.”
    Her eyes dance around with a question that I’m not sure she’s brave enough to ask. “With your girlfriend?”
    That too. Is she my girlfriend? Definitely need to get an answer to that as well.
    “Legally. Just make it seem like I’m out late on business. If anyone comes sniffing around, call me and I’ll jump on over to prove that he has a guardian.”
    “As long as you sign him in and the room is under your name and shit it shouldn’t be a problem, but if it is, I’ll call.” She nods. “And what do I get in return?”
    I raise my eyebrows. “What do you want?”
    “Free entrance and a round of drinks at TKO?”
    “For one of my fights?”
    “Actually, no.” Her grin reappears. “Have my eyes locked on Hollywood. He’s really hot!”
    “You might be singing a different tune if you’d seen him get knocked out.”
    “Doubtful.” She pats my chest and leans back in the window. “You think you can behave yourself, Kid?”
    Dean nods. “I promise.”
    “Can you promise to my eyes and not my boobs?”
    I stifle a chuckle. Clearing his throat he tries again. “I promise.”
    “Better.” Liz cuts me a look. “Let’s get ya’ll set up…”

Chapter 12
    Maxx
    With my head propped on Tony’s shoulder, and my