Chapter 22

• MULTIPLES
• I step into the elevator of Southern Wings, and a hand flies out, blocking the closing door. I’d know that hand anywhere. He steps into the elevator with me, flashing a subtle smile. Mateo is a walking, living, breathing reason to pant. The man is God’s gift to women—tan skin, dark hair, eyes, and muscles for days and days.
• I hired him a few years ago to guard Layla when Gage was considering a run for public office. At the time, the media was insane, the public was in a frenzy, and it seemed all hell was breaking loose. Layla needed some protection, and I couldn’t resist tormenting my baby brother by making his wife’s security guy so hot he could melt any woman’s panties.