Something clicks in my brain, and I stop in my tracks. “Wait, what did you say your name was again?”
“Cait…” she responds, looking at me like I have cotton wool between my ears because I only just addressed her by name a few moments ago.
“Your surname,” I clarify.
“Oh…it’s Kelly. Cait Kelly.”
“And your brother—the one who settled down a couple years ago—is thatShay Kelly?”
She stares at me, wide-eyed. “Youknowhim? Oh, god, please don’t tell me you’ve slept with him. I mean, our family aren’t exactly prudes—as much as Mom probably wishes we were—but I don’t need those kinds of details.”
I let out a soft laugh. “No, I didn’t sleep with him. I mean, he’s totally hot, but I get the feeling we wouldn’t be all that compatible if you get my meaning.”
I waggle my eyebrows at her and she groans, running a hand down her face. “Why did I open that door?”
I just smirk at her, taking in her features once again. No wonder she looked so familiar; I should have picked up on it when she gave me her surname, or at least when she mentioned her eight brothers, seeing as I’ve met most of them.
Shay is the captain of another rugby team in the same league as ours, and for reasons nobody can quite remember, he and Spencer don’t get along. Which makes it a bit awkward that their fiancés are best friends.
As for the rest of the Kelly brothers, I’ve met several of them in the past when we’ve played casual rugby scrimmages. They’re supposed to just be for fun, but certain people—not naming names—tend to take them more seriously than others.
“I’m friends with Will,” I tell Cait, finally offering an explanation as to how I know her brother. Technically, I’m friends with Spencer and Spencer is engaged to Will, but I think I can call Will a buddy after knowing him for six months and going head-to-head in several videogame bouts, so it doesn’t feel like a lie.
“Oh, okay, yeah. That makes sense,” she says with a nod. Then she pauses and stares at me for a long moment, her eyes slowly narrowing in suspicion as a thought no doubt occurs to her. “Oh my god. You’re on that fucking rugby team, aren’t you?”
ChapterFive
Jackson
“I needto think of a present for Skyler,” I say to Drew as I carefully inspect the engine of the Porsche that was brought into our garage this morning. It’s only here for general maintenance, not repair work, but I want to make sure I don’t miss anything. “Any ideas?”
“How about a gallon-sized bottle of lube?” he calls out with a muffled laugh, and when I glance in the direction of his comment, I realize he’s currently underneath the Lexus we’ve been working on for the past few days.
Drew and I co-own an auto repairs business, which we established about five years ago. We specialize in luxury cars and even though it’s still a young business, it’s become a successful one. Drew will never admit it, because until he and Sullivan got together last year, he held pretty tight to his belief that all rich people are assholes, but I know a big reason for our early success is because the wealthy businessmen I happen to play on a rugby team with brought their cars in when we first opened and then raved about us to all their friends and clients.
I know all of those guys—Spencer, Cole, Charlie, Pax, Sullivan—would have been more than willing to step up again last year when the retail part of our business experienced some significant financial issues thanks to a bad storm and an asshole insurance company, but Drew is a stubborn bastard and he wasn’t willing to take any money from them. At least, not without giving something in return. So ultimately I guess that turned out for the best, otherwise he and Sully never would have ended up together.
“It’s to celebrate his new job, asshole,” I grumble at Drew in response to his jibe.
I can’t believe I didn’t think about this sooner. Mom was right to make such a fuss this morning—thisisa huge thing. Even though Skyler won’t actually get his Bar results until next month, the career he’s been dreaming about and working toward for over a decade is finally getting off the ground, and I want to do something special to commemorate it.
Drew rolls out from under the Lexus, flashing a wry smirk. “In that case, get himtwogiant bottles of lube. And blister pads for his cock. I have a feeling he’s going to need them.”
I roll my eyes and toss a greasy rag at Drew, smiling with satisfaction when it lands right on his face. “Don’t be an ass. And he doesn’t have blisters on his cock. I would know.”
Drew swipes the rag off his face, his brows practically in his hairline. “I was joking. But how the fuck would you “know”?” he questions, lifting one hand to make air quotes.
I shrug. “I’ve seen his dick tons of times.”
He just blinks at me like I have two heads. “Jesus Christ. I knew you guys were super…you know—” he waves his hand in a casual gesture that could honestly mean anything. “But I have to admit my mind is being blown right now.”
I cross my arms over my chest, fixing him with an irritated look. “What is so mind-blowing about two guys watching porn together?”
His expression morphs into a thoughtful frown. “Well…nothing, I guess. It’s just a little strange considering you’re into different things…”
I shrug. “We watch group stuff.”
“Skylerwatches porn with women in it?” Drew asks, his tone and expression full of skepticism.
