I turn, surprised to find Cooper already pulling a length of rope from his rucksack. Talk about coming prepared.
Should this be getting me hot right now?
“You were right about one thing. He has a lot to live up to. You really think any other man can handle you like we do?” Caleb adds, and all the air is sucked from my lungs.I had assumed they had overheard the stuff about going on a date but there’s no way my small voice would have travelled when I had said that last part, it was so soft it could be confused with a thought. Fuckers.
“You were listening in the whole time?” Horrified is an understatement as my mind flicks over everything I said to Megan about these knuckleheads.
“Megan gave you that black outfit, and any sane thought just flew out of my head—the idea of any man other than us seeing you in something like that has me wanting to sever heads with a chipper-as-fuck smirk on my face.” This little comment from Cooper has my jaw hitting the ground.
“You were watching me?!” I bellow, rage contorting myface as I shove Cooper in the chest, needing the space to breathe.
Caleb is the one to answer me. “Where’s the fun in enacting our revenge if we can’t watch it unfold? I won’t lie, Dove, the thought of Brandon with his soon-to-be-broken hands all over our girl makes me feel all kinds of murderous.”
Not done with his input to what is quickly turning into the craziest conversation I’ve ever had, Cooper decides to fan the flames of my anger with another petrol laced comment when he adds, “And don’t get me started on how Mateo looks at you when you’re not watching. I know a guy who scoops out men’s eyes for a lot less. Maybe I should take some inspiration from him. Anyone got a spoon handy?” Cooper spirals as he looks around my room, the vein in his neck throbbing wildly under the stress.
“A spoon?” I ask even though I know I probably won’t like the answer. I wave my arms up in his face as his lips part to speak. “Never mind.”
He smiles and retreats to my vanity table, running his fingers over my belongings.
“You’re fucking crazy if you think Mateo is even mildly interested in me.”
“I know what I saw, Ebs.”
“What we saw—it’s clear as fucking day that he has a thing for you,” Caleb interjects.
“Firstly, you both need sectioning.”
“Been there, done that,” they say in unison, and my core throbs. I don’t know why this twin-shit does wicked things to my body, but it does.
“Jealous much?” I snap back to clear my mind of lastnight when they showed me the other side of their in-sync talents as twins.
“We are brutally fucking jealous and won’t hesitate to maim, torture, and kill the fucker if he carries on eye-fucking our girl.”
“Your girl,” I sputter with feigned horror etched into my features to mask the giddy wash of excitement that flows through my veins when they regard me as theirs.
‘You’ve lost the plot, Ebony; now who needs to be sectioned?’
I can’t tamp down my arousal as I silently protest against the urge to jump on them. It’s impossible to fight my case with them this close. I never thought I’d see the day the Knox brothers would be here in my room.
“Annoying prick.” My hand flies to my mouth as the words burst free.
“Awww…I think our Dove is losing her grip on reality. Was that an inside thought, Ebs?”
I’m flustered, and he knows it. He’s getting off on it, and that makes me want to scream. How dare he turn me on without my permission? That little voice in my head opens her mouth to explain exactly why Caleb Knox, even being the prick that he is, is so appealing. I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood to distract the traitor. There will be no Knox-brother-loving going on while I’m still angry with them for breaking into my apartment and rummaging around in my room. My pussy flutters at the thought ofKnox-brother-loving,and I all but run and throw myself into the motorway traffic. A bloody death is preferred over whatever this little fucked-up Hallmark reunion is that I’m currently experiencing.
‘Dammit all to hell.’Thankfully thatlittle snippet was accompanied by a groan, and both stayed firmly in my head where they belong.
“The whole Barbie and Ken vibes between Megan and Mateo are undeniable; they are two steps away from renting a cottage by the sea. Get a hold of yourselves. I have never and will never sleep with Mateo Trent,” I say bluntly, directing it at both of them as my eyes bounce between theirs.
With my hands on my hips, I turn to big man in charge so he can feel the full strength of my ire.
“Where is the camera, Caleb?” I don’t even bother asking the joker of the two because he will likely tease me with their location until I get to the point I’m about to blow, and the aftereffects of the two mugs of wine has my ability to tolerate his shit scraping the barrel.
“Aww, it’s sweet you think I’m about to fill you in on where we hid it,” Caleb taunts, and I stomp my foot.
Storming out of the room and raiding the shelving in front of the sofa, thumbing through books, digging around the potted plants, and inspecting the lights on the TV…I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking for.
“Cold,” I hear from behind me as Caleb rests against the doorframe with a butter-wouldn’t-melt grin on his stupid handsome face.
