Anaya & Niall is out today! It's easy to find on Amazon, but even with a search I couldn't find it on Barnes & Nobles. Fortunately, they sent me a link. For convenience, I'll share them with you.
I wanted to include another excerpt, but I've been debating what portion all day. I still haven't made up my mind, but let's give this a go.
His communications slate pinged with an incoming message. His reaction was automatic—he pulled it out of his back pocket and checked the screen.
Wes glared at him. “Don’t.”
It was too late. “I just need to respond to this message. It’ll only take me a second.”
“What is it this time? Did she misplace her comb?”
Niall shot him a nasty look. “She’s not a nitwit. She wouldn’t message me if it wasn’t important.”
A frown marred Tiffani’s brow. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” he said at the same instant Wes said, “Yes.”
“Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a sec?” Wes asked, with an urgent jerk of his head.
Scowling, Niall stood and followed his brother through the swinging doors to their kitchen. “What?” he snapped, anxious to get this conversation over with and read the message from his boss.
“Can we have one evening when you don’t dash off to brush your boss’s hair?”
“You’re exaggerating. And do you see me going anywhere? I’m simply checking a text.”
Wes crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the countertop. “First it starts with a text. Then there’s a phone call. And then another. And then you announce you have to leave.”
He couldn’t deny it. It’d happened before. More than once. “Anaya only contacts me when it’s important.”
“She can’t go a single evening without your help?”
“This is my job,” he pointed out.
“Your job got you dumped.” Wes threw his arms up in the air. “Or have you still not figured that out?”
“Anaya runs a multi-million-dollar company. She built it up from nothing—”
“And you want to fuck her. Jill knew it. We all know it.”