“Damn, foster care.”
“What?” I turned around and bent over, pretending to search the denim fabric of my jeans. “Is there something on my pants?”
“Yeah. Devlin.” Wyatt shook his head. “He is going to lose his shit when he sees those pants.”
I glanced over my shoulder and sang, “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” Then continued down the hall.
Wyatt quickly spun on his heels and followed.
“What are you doing?”
His face lit up with amusement as a smile washed over his lips. “I am not missing this.”
“Ugh, whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
The whole house could watch if they wanted. All I cared about was making it to the kitchen, where, according to the note Devlin left, he’d be waiting. Couldn’t forget the “hurry the fuck up” part of that note. Pfft, asshole. I was surprised he didn’t give me a time limit.
I pranced down the hall and marched into the kitchen with my head held high.
That’s where I was met with the loudest, “What the fuck!” I’d ever heard.
They burst through the air and rang in my ears with the sweet sound of victory. Devlin wasn’t just pissed. He was downright murderous.
“Bréagán,” he growled through his teeth. “Are you trying to push my buttons?”
Yes, yes, I was.
I internally smiled while innocently singing, “Is something wrong?”
“Yes, something’s wrong.” Devlin sprang out of his chair and waved his hand through the air. “What the fuck do think you’re wearing?”
“Um, they’re called clothes,” I shot back.
“Those are not clothes.”
“I think the store I bought them at would disagree.” Not that I actually bought them. All my clothes were hand-me-downs. Side effect of growing up in the system.
About that time, Wyatt sniggered and slipped past me to lean against the island. I think he was getting more enjoyment out of this than I was. His brother, however, wasn’t appreciative of the audience.
He threw his finger up at Wyatt. “What the fuck were you thinking, letting her walk around like this?”
“I just went with it.” Wyatt shrugged and popped the last bite of muffin into his mouth.
Couldn’t help but snicker at his calm demeanor. Here was his brother, getting ready to explode, and Wyatt was cool as a cucumber. I kind of felt bad for Magnus. It had to be hard to have a twin who only cared about pranks and porn. God forbid, a naked humor store ever opened. Wyatt would be their best customer.
Devlin sucked in a deep breath. “I’ll deal with you later, and you…”
His glare snapped back to mine, and the only words that flew through my head wereuh oh. He was across room, seizing my elbow, before I could do or say anything.
“Do you think you’re smart?”
Not right now, I didn’t. Actually, the longer I stood under his oppressive glare, the stupider I felt.
Not that I’d tell him that. I had to maintain my pride somehow. At this point, it was all I had. Devlin had pretty much taken everything else, including my virginity.
“You’re the one who treated me like a whore,” I hissed up at him. “So I figured, why not dress the part?”
“Oh, now it’s getting interesting,” Wyatt said, making us both shoot him a dirty look.
