“Come on, Devlin,” Reese whined. “You have to come.”
So, not only was I hiding out in a possible serial killer’s room, but said killer was my missing stepbrother.Fantastic. Guess it was time to stop holding out hope that one of them was a decent human being. Even if he was a good guy, I wasn’t exactly set up to make a great first impression.
Hi, I’m Sydney. Why was I hiding under your bed? Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer. Nice to meet you.
I watched the black soles of Devlin’s boots strut across the room and looked over at the only other thing I could see from under here, the glittering stare of a dead polar bear.
Don’t judge me.
“I can’t,” Devlin grumbled and walked over to a black dresser next to the bed, making me shift farther into the shadows. “The Sergeant’s insisting on family time.”
My gaze narrowed on the bear. Did he always have that curve in his mouth, or was he mocking me? I stared at the glass eye glittering in the sunlight. He was definitely mocking me.
Great, even the rug’s an asshole.
“Oh, that’s right. Your sister arrives today. What’s her name again?”
“I don’t know,” Devlin grumbled out a dissatisfied groan. “Cindy or something.”
Guess I could cut him out of the welcome party.
“You seen her yet?” Reese asked. “She hot?”
Seriously? Did boys think about anything else, or did their mind automatically go to pussy? Girls didn’t do that. Sure, we thought guys were cute, but we didn’t immediately focus on what was hanging between their legs. Well, most girls… I had a few foster sisters who talked way too much about dick.
“No, I haven’t seen her.”
I got it. None of us wanted to be thrown together, but did Devlin have to sound so sour about meeting me?
Apparently, Reese agreed with me, because he sang, “Look on the bright side. You might enjoy playing with her.”
Playing with me? Really? Guess I could cut Reese out of the welcome party too.
“I doubt it,” Devlin grumbled. “Her mother’s plain as fuck.”
“Well, fuck you too.” I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth.
Shit. Did he hear me?
I couldn’t tell. The only thing I could hear was my blood whooshing through my ears. I held my breath and remained as still as I could. Every muscle in my body tensed. I didn’t even let my eyelids flutter. Not until I saw his feet move towards the door.
“I better go check in with my dad,” Devlin said and left.
When the door clicked closed, I let out a long breath, closed my eyes, and dropped my head on the floor.
Thank God, that crisis was adverted. I can’t imagine that meeting would’ve went well. Though it wouldn’t have been too bad compared to the other greetings I’d gotten in this place. I was really starting to miss Stacy and her apple pie smile.
Her house was kind of nice, and her husband wasn’t that bad. He didn’t really pay attention to me. Now here I was, torn from the comfort of Stacy’s baking and brought to the house of testosterone and horn dogs.
I snorted. “Welcome home, Sydney.”
“Why are you under my bed?”
I jumped, smacking the back of my head on the bottom of the bed. Let me just say, the frame was just had hard as it looked. That shit hurt. Pain radiated through my skull, making me almost forget about the other person in the room. Until he spoke.
“I asked you a question.”
Shit.
