I look over at Blane as he stares at her with narrowed eyes as he takes in the overly large sweatpants and t-shirt of mine that she has on.
Fuck! Well, shit has officially hit the fan.
TAYLOR
Shit! I should have stayed in Case’s bed. I woke up and saw he was missing. After looking around his place, I decided to throw on some clothes and look down in his office. This is the only place he would be at five in the morning.
“Are you fucking my sister?” Blane gets my attention as he turns to face Case.
“Blane,” I say softly. “It’s not …”
“Yes.”
I feel my heart pound in my chest as Case answers his question. I was gonna try and sugarcoat it. But oh no, he has to go and out us.
Blane’s fist shoots out and connects with Case’s face. I gasp in horror. “Blane,” I cry out. “Don’t!”
Case stands there staring at him, now breathing heavy and nostrils flared. “I’ll give you that one cheap shot. But if you hit me again, I’ll hit you back,” his deep voice rumbles.
Blane seems to consider his words for a second and then turns to face me. From the looks of him, he’s already been in one fight tonight. “How long have you been letting him fuck you?” His words are like a whip to my face. He makes it sound so cold. So heartless.
“It’s not like that,” I try to explain.
He throws his head back and laughs out loud. “Did he tell you that? Did he make you feel special?” he asks in a girl’s voice.
“Stop!” Case barks, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.
Blane spins away from me to face him. “You tell her right fucking now!” he yells.
Case swallows hard and narrows his eyes at him. “Fucking tell her!” Blane spits in his face. “Fucking tell her who you really are!” he demands.
I stand there waiting to see who is gonna throw the next punch. Movement in the corner of my eyes gets my attention. I turn to see Brecken standing there looking anything but amused. “Do something,” I beg him. “Please.”
“It’s not my place.”
My mouth falls open, and I stare at him confused. Why would he want them to fight?
When I realize the room has fallen silent, I turn back to face my brother and Case. Blane is breathing hard as he stares at me with narrowed eyes. I look over at Case, and his eyes are soft and a frown is on his face. It makes me nervous. “What is it?” I ask softly.
“Taylor …”
“Just tell me.” My hands start to shake. “What is it, Case?”
He runs his hand down over his unshaven face, and he lets out a long sigh. Then he looks at me and straightens his shoulders. “I’m a cop.”
I stand there staring at him for what seems like forever in the silent room waiting for the punchline to that joke. A cop? There’s no way! They’re fucking with me. He doesn’t think I can handle the truth.
“Taylor?” he asks softly. “Say something.”
I look from him to my brother. The hard look is still on his face. I feel a laugh start to bubble up from deep in my throat. And before I can stop it, I burst out laughing. I place my hand over my mouth to try to muffle it, but it still echoes in his office. I can’t stop as I laugh so hard, my body shakes. “A cop?” I ask, and I actually snort. I hear Brecken chuckle behind me, but my brother and Case just stare at me with concern. “What kind of joke is this, babe?” I finally ask when I start to calm down.
I reach up and rub my cheeks as I laugh once again. I laughed so hard that tears are running down my face.
“It’s no joke, Taylor,” Case says, his voice harder than before. “I am an undercover narcotics officer.”
My laughter completely stops at that, and I look at him with confusion. “Quit with the joke, Case. I’m not gonna fall for it.”
“It’s true.”
