Stop thinking, Malena. Stop thinking and kiss me. Give me what I need.
“When you say you’re the kind of guy you toss, what exactly does that mean?”
Sighing, I approach her. The buzz of chemistry strengthens the closer I get to her body. “There are keepers and tossers in life. Good guys and bad guys. I’ve spent too much time with bad guys, you understand? I’m not in the business of letting people down. I have a one-track mind that doesn’t leave much space for anything other than what I’m focused on in the moment. It’s why relationships in my past have failed. I don’t know how to compartmentalize the different areas of my life. I’m okay with that, you have to understand it, though. We can have fun. Just you and me. For as long as it works out.”
Her eyes flare. “It’s doomed before it begins. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the type of girl to ask for more, but I haven’t been in anything committed for a while, and this isn’t the typical way of things.” She waves a hand between us. Pausing, in thought, she adds, “You know what? Never mind. Never mind. Kiss me,” she orders. “If you still want to.”
Narrowing my eyes, I wish I could read her mind. “Do I want to?” I grin.
She smiles back, her cheeks bubbling out on the sides. It’s adorable and hot at the same time.
Leaning down, I set my hands on the top of her shoulders and brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. Malena lets out an audible sigh, and I pull her in closer to feel her warm skin against mine. The heat is immediate—the scent of her skin hitting me like a flood. Tilting my head down further to make up for our height difference, I brush my nose and mouth along the side of her face, grazing her ear. “I want to,” I tell her, growling the words one at a time.
“That feels so good,” Malena sighs. “Kiss me now.” Her face turns, seeking my lips, the kiss that I so desperately want to give her.
I hear soft footsteps.
“Does Dylan know about this?” Ms. Winterset screeches from the doorway, an accusing finger aimed at me.
Malena pushes away, her palms holding me at arm’s length, except her fingers are tangled in my ab muscles, and that makes my dick harden even further. The situation looks bad, rather, what Ms. Winterset assumes seems worse than it actually is.
Dropping her hands, Malena says, “Mom, I told you Dylan and I have been over for years. Remember? This is Leif. He brought over lunch. He wants to take me out on a date.”
Her mom purses her lips. “Looks like he’s doing far more than taking you out on a date. What did I tell you about givingaway free milk? No one is gonna buy the cow that way, sweetie. This is so…confusing. I’m confused.”
That makes two of us. Wait, no, three of us. My dick is pretty damn stumped right now, too.
So much for taking a nice long nap. Irritation laces through my veins like fire. Using the patience I reserve for my own family and my annoying sisters, I say, “I was just leaving, Ms. Winterset. I was merely giving her a quick kiss goodbye. Surely you don’t think I’d do anything untoward with your daughter, with the door open.” I make a mental note for next time to shut and lock the motherfucking door. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I put it on vibrate when I got here, and this is the second time I’ve felt it. I take it out just enough to see a text from Eva.
“I have work to do anyway,” Malena says, convincing her mother of my departure. “Maybe you can help me, Mom? I need to check some availability of the beach pavilions down by Sandy Tides beach,” Malena explains, trying to calm her mother by distraction. That’s a tactic I use with Eva, so I applaud her efforts. “You can help me choose which photos are best to send to the client.”
Ms. Winterset seems pleased to be asked to help, her posture changing, easing. “Does Dylan know about him?”
To me, Malena holds up one finger and says, “Wait here, one second, please.”
I nod, stifling my irritation.
“Be right back,” she whispers to me. “Come on, Mom. I’ll get you on the computer. You can scroll through some pictures. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Maybe you’ll get tired, and we can try for a nap again.”
“I’m not tired, I’m mad! I raised you to be better than this, Malena Louise!”
Sighing, I sit at the edge of the bed and run a hand through my hair. Reaching behind me, I find my shirt and slide itback on. Their conversation fades off as I check my messages. According to my texts, Eva is at my house right now. The next message is a photo of her disgruntled face with the captionBecause you refuse to give me a house key.
I tap back,I will be home soon. Check on Mr. Olsen or something. HE will love your company.
She texts back.Where are you at?!
Malena walks in, eyeing the phone in my hands. “Sorry about that.” She shrugs. “Seems she’s not going to let me live that mistake down today. Probably not tomorrow either.” Her eyes are sad, a touch haunted.
“It must be hard,” I say, sighing to show my frustrations for her. “To have to relive things you don’t want to. To have to maintain the patience of a saint.” Of a god. Of a deity. More patience than I’ll ever own throughout the duration of my life.
“That obvious, huh?” she asks, sitting next to me. “Dylan was around the longest, and I guess that’s why she remembers him the most, or repeatedly remembers him, I should say.” I set a hand on her leg. “You put your shirt back on,” she says, frowning. “I liked it when it was off.”
Tilting my head back, I laugh. “I liked it off, too. But I have to get going. My sister is waiting for me at home. She’s liable to break a window trying to get into my house. Then she’ll go through everything I own in an effort to discover new things about me that she thinks I’m keeping from her.”
Malena winces. “Eek. Sounds like a personal problem to me. Not my circus,” she replies, shaking her head. “Rule number three. Not my monkey, right?”
“You’ll thank me later for rule number three,” I reply. “They’re a lot to handle. My family.”
