I lean back in my chair, folding my arms. “It was supposed to be business,” I say, then grin. “It didn’t stay that way.”
Jack blinks again. “Oh God, what did you do?”
“Picked the wrong sister,” I tell him, deadpan.
His eyes widen. “You didn’t.”
“I did.” Then I tell him everything that happened. Sabrina showing up to save her sister. Her being my waitress from the club. Her saying it was for one year.
“One year?” Jake asks me with surprise in his voice. “And you agreed to that?”
“Hell no. She just thinks I did.” I laugh but in the pit of my stomach I know I have to get her to love me within a year or she will leave me.
“Jesus, Langston.” He laughs, shaking his head. “You always get what you want, don’t you?”
“Most of the time.”
He snorts. “Yeah, well, this one might come back to bite you in the ass.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How do you figure?”
Jack leans against the doorframe, grin sharp. “You told me weeks ago you couldn’t stop thinking about that waitress from the Reserve. Now you’ve got her. Just don’t be surprised when she doesn’t follow your rules.”
He starts walking away, chuckling under his breath.
I call after him, “You think I can’t handle her?”
He doesn’t even turn around. “Oh, I think you can. I just think she’s the first person who won’t let you.”
When the door closes behind him, I sit back, a laugh slipping out before I can stop it.
He’s probably right.
Sabrina doesn’t bend. She pushes. She argues. She makes me work for every inch.
And I’ve never wanted to fight for anything more in my life.
Tonight, when I show up to her apartment, she’ll probably have a dozen reasons why she isn’t ready to move in.
She’ll glare. She’ll cross her arms. She’ll dig in her heels.
And I’ll enjoy every second of it.
Brilliant
Sabrina
My closet looks like a war zone.
Half my clothes are hanging where they belong; the other half are taunting me from the suitcase sitting open on the floor. I cross my arms, staring them down like they might magically fold themselves.
Part of me knows I should start packing.
The other part—the mischievous one that’s had way too much fun watching Langston’s patience unravel—can already picture the fire in his eyes when he walks in tonight and realizes I didn’t.
That thought makes my stomach flip.
Or maybe it’s not just the fighting you like, a small voice whispers.
