Connor
“I’m taking your cell phone,” I mutter in April’s ear. She had to create some catering plans for Maleah this morning, so I used my home office. Once she realized that Declan called me to meet him at the warehouse because he was back in town, she urged me to go.
Her honey-colored eyes widen at my demand. “But…I need my phone.”
I place my hand around her waist and kiss the tip of her nose. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not letting some asshole get away with harassing you. Now, be a good girl and give me the phone. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I’m done.”
April bites her lower lip and reluctantly hands me her phone. Damn, if her pout isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m definitely in deep when I start thinking this way.
Taking her phone in hand, I place
