“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Your sister dressed like that? Means she’s looking for attention.” He stubbed his cigar out into the bottom of his shoe, and almost lost his balance. “I’d rather her get it from me than anyone else tonight.”
Shit. Even he was thinking it. Someone else definitely would be giving attention to Liv.
“Yeah, look at that face,” he laughed, looking down at me. “You don’t want her friend banging some stranger later, right below your bedroom do you? When it could be you?”
My lips pulled back, and my teeth clenched like a rabid dog, “Shut up.”
There was a sudden, strange pounding in my ear that made me feel on edge.
Why did the thought of Liv with someone else bother me?
I didn’t want her banging some stranger.
Was I jealous?
Strangers were not safe, and she might not know how to handle some pushy guy. Strangers could turn out to be axe-murdering savages, who slip roofies in her drinks. That’s it. That’s all it was. I wasn’t jealous, just protective—in a brotherly way.
She needed protection.
Protection from axe-murdering, roofie-slipping thugs. That’s all. “Yeah,” I said, jumping up and straightening my shirt. “Yeah, let’s go to Boozer’s.”
