“Have a big night planned, huh?” Wes says, eyes lighting with humor.
I grunt. “You weren’t supposed to see any of that.”
“Glad to hear it wasn’t meant for me. So, who’s the lucky lady?”
Shit.
“No one.”
His face splits into a shit-eating grin. “Planning on using all that stuff on yourself then?”
I smack him upside the head. “You don’t need to know about any of it. Just get what you came for and get the fuck out.”
He chuckles. “Alright, alright. For someone who can dish it out, you sure can’t take it.”
I can take Wes’ shit just fine. What I can’t handle is discussing my sexual relationship with his little sister with him.
Instead of arguing, I lead him to my garage and snag my drill from the workbench. “Here,” I say, shoving it into his hand. “Now get out of here.”
He whistles low. “Okay, I get the hint. You’re not ready for me to meet her.”
Nope. Definitely not ready for him to know that stuff on my bed is all meant for his little sister.
My head snaps up at the sound of tires crackling against the concrete of my driveway.
This is my fucking nightmare.
With any luck, she’ll see Wes’ truck and bail before he spots her.
I grab Wes’ arm before he can glance out the window and see Quinn’s car pulling up the drive. “You want a drink?” I ask.
“I thought I heard someone pull up." He tries to look out the window.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I say, playing it off. “Come on, I’ll grab you a pop from the fridge. A beer?”
He cocks a brow. “Weren’t you just trying to get rid of me?”
“I might’ve been a little hasty. I’ve got time for a drink with my best friend.”
He studies me, tilting his head to the side like he’s working through an equation. God help me if he’s half as good at solvingthisas he is with numbers.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m gonna head out. I’ve got work to do,” he mutters, eyeing me suspiciously. “Thanks for the drill.”
“Sure,” I say with a wince as he pulls my garage door open.
I’m frozen in place, ready for the explosion I’m sure is about to take place.
Instead, all I hear is the deep rumble of his old blue Chevy starting up and the chugging growl of its engine fading as he pulls out of my driveway.
Holy shit. I’ve gotta be the luckiest man alive.
My phone buzzes, and I swipe my thumb over the screen to answer.
“He just left,” I say, knowing exactly why she called. “And he didn’t see you.”
I hear her blow out a relieved breath. “Why the hell was my brother over there?”
“He came to borrow a drill.”
