“How did you sleep through the party?” Raisin countered with an unapologetic side eye, but from the strain in her expression, her hangover was brutal. “It’s not my fault you refused to wake up when I literally dragged you off the bed to join in!”
“It’s going to be a long one,” I muttered to myself as I snagged her hand and whispered in her ear, “It’s one thing for them to know what we were doing,gattaredda, another for them to smell it.” Right on cue, her cheeks pinged a bright, hot pink and she dropped back a step, making a swift retreat to the bedroom. “Let’s shower and we can face the day together. What do you say?”
She hauled me into the bathroom, which was precisely the answer I needed…
THIRTY-NINE
KITTY
It said a lot about the weekend’s mayhem that none of us put up a fight about going home instead of flying to Vegas when Stan proffered my suggestion to my siblings.
Raisin seemed okay with Neev but definitely had an attitude with me, if not Stan, which was beyond unfair.
And I got the feeling that her sneaking out was some kind of ‘fuck you.’ The type of shade only sisters knew how to throw at one another with the accuracy of a sniper’s bullet. Not that I knew why. You never did with Raisin.
When Stan got the call that the plane was ready for takeoff, he said his farewells to the MC leaders, only after he had us agree to stay in the bunkhouse until he returned, and proceeded to shepherd us out into the hired car.
As before, during takeoff, he let me use his lap instead of anti-nausea meds, and I couldn’t deny thatthiswas the five-star treatment.
The second Stan visited the restroom during the flight, my shit-stirring siblings shifted over to my seat.
“What happened last night?” Neev hissed. “Were you butchering cats in there?”
I shoved her arm. “Fuck off. It did not sound that bad.”
“Youso did,” she teased before pouting. “I’ve never climaxed like that before. No fair.”
Oddly enough, the complaint came as a relief.
In the past, that groomer bastard had always heralded compliments from her.
Maybe seeing her sister date a real man who didn’t pick his girlfriends out of a high-school classroom—hearing them too (cringe alert)—would force her to come to terms with her history?
Not that I wanted my baby sister to feel the trauma of her childhood, just to stop canonizing that asshole.
She snagged my hand. “What’s with the ring, anyway?”
“When did that happen?” Raisin bit off, yanking my fingers away from Neev’s grip so she could glower at it too. “What’s going on, Kitty?”
Neev made a kissy face. “Was this whole spring break idea all so you two could have a weekend together without being under the watchful eyes of our darling brothers?”
“That you think I planned this fucking mess of a weekend tells me you’ve been smoking weed again.” At her derisive sniff, I countered, “Anyway, the city’s plenty big enough for me to fuck Stan in some fancy hotel if I wanted. Lucas and Cade have never found out about any of our secret boyfriends before, so why would they find out this time?”
“Because it matters. He’s Sicilian.”
“And?”
“I think Miss. Pruneface means he isn’t Irish,” Neev chimed in, ever helpful.
“Look, you wanted to sit together on the plane and left me on my own! I didn’t set up that whole thing?—”
“Was he behind the flight upgrades?”
“No!” I glared at them both. “Why would he be? Ask him. He’ll tell you he traveled on business and only left Cancún for us.”
“You want us to believe it was pure luck?”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Believe what you want.”
