I didn’t mind Miami, except now I realized that while I’d been fighting the good fight, ten years of my life had vanished. Yeah, I had dozens of wins I should feel damn good about, but it was always the losses that haunted me.
Fighting the good fight because I hadn’t been able to with my sister.
Reese was perhaps the most intuitive person I’d met. Even now after what we’d shared, I was surprised I’d allowed her to get so damn close. Close enough I’d fallen asleep with her in my arms, which was why I found it fascinating she was already knee deep in work.
On my computer after cracking my passcode.
The thought brought and kept a smile. The girl had one too many hidden talents.
As I stood with a coffee mug in my hand, watching Reese working with her fingers flying over a keyboard, I was once against surprised how normal it seemed with having her in my world. The little minx had even riffled through my things, finding a pair of drawstring shorts and a tee shirt to borrow.
Or keep.
The girl certainly looked better in them than I did.
She was shifting her attention from one screen to another, with flashes of a book cover, Maverick’s face and his Instagram page. I didn’t even know the man had an Instagram page.
With her hair in a ponytail and one long leg curled underneath the other while sitting on my office chair, she appeared at ease in her environment.
The closer I came, the more I noticed how much work she’d already accomplished. As soon as I was close, my shadow appeared on the window.
She stiffened, tipping her head over her shoulder. I could tell by her sheepish expression she knew she’d been caught breaking into my computer. “Morning.”
“Hmmm,” I said gruffly on purpose as I placed the mug beside her, planting my hands on the table and studying what she’d already done. “Do I want to know how you managed to get into my system?”
“Well, it wasn’t that difficult since you left your passwords on a single sheet of paper in your underwear drawer. The box didn’t hide anything.”
“You were in my underwear drawer?” I threw her a look, adoring the way her cheeks flushed.
“Shorts?” She pointed to what she was wearing. “Seriously, you can’t keep your passcodes just lying around.”
“They weren’t lying around. They were coded.”
“Which I easily broke. Of course because I knew a few things about you, but questions on Aerosmith could be easy to decipher.”
She was right. “I’ll make mental note although you’re not forgiven for getting into my private information.”
“Sue me later. I’m ready to launch this baby.” She grabbed my mug of coffee, immediately taking a sip. It would seem nothing was sacred around her. I kind of loved it.
“You mean a spanking later. Maverick knocked it out of the park.”
Her excitement was almost addictive.
“You bet he did. I even called him a couple hours ago to see if he’d record something for TikTok. That just came through.”
“You’re sure about this.”
“Oh, I think it’s perfect.”
“But will it get to the right people?”
She rolled the chair away, turning it so she could look up at me. “You really don’t know how popular Maverick Callahan is. Do you?”
Shrugging, I took the coffee from her hand, gulping a sip. “It hasn’t come up at our poker games.”
With her eyes holding a hard glare, she returned to the computer. “See that number? That’s five point seven million follows on Instagram.”
I continued glaring at the screen.
