“Where’s Liberty?”
Predictable.
“She’s gone to enjoy the hot tub.”
Justice looks around, predatory, neck muscles tense. “What’s been going on here?”
“Eating lots of food.”
I most certainly do not say anything about the ways I’ve eaten, manhandled, fucked, and tied up his younger sister.
My lips are a vault that shall never be opened.
Rosalie is trying not to grin. “I think I’ll go find Liberty.”
“Babe, be careful on the pool deck, it can be slippery,” Justice calls after her.
“I’ll be fine!” she yells back, waving a dismissive hand.
I chuckle. Brother, do I know how that feels.
All friendliness is gone from Justice’s face. As if there was much to begin with. That’s when I realize he’s looking right at the tree. At the ornament.
“Wanna go down to the range?” I ask.
“Yeah. Sounds like a good place for me tohide your body.”
CHAPTER 28
I follow Justice down the stairs to the range. He’s mumbling. I’m largely indifferent.
Liberty and I are happening.
No matter what her brother thinks.
The door cracks loudly against the wall when he shoves it open. “Anger management class lately?”
He heads right for the hatchets, grabbing four of them.
One after another thuds into the center of the target at the far end of the throwing alley.
“Your sister has a good throw,” I say, picking up a set of throwing knives.
He swivels his head around. “You brought her down here?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Don’t know. Just figured you’d not be interested in—” He waves a hand. “Anything but getting laid.”
I pitch a knife. The blade hisses through the air, landing squarely on the bullseye. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. You know you’re just going to hit it and forget it.”
I flip the knife over in my hand, catching the handle easily. “Impossible to do with a woman like Liberty.”
He glares a hole in me.
“She’s special, Justice. You know that better than anyone. I tried to resist what I felt for her for months. But now, there’s no hiding from the way she makes me feel.”
