Both brothers give their thanks to their big brother, but he turns his attention to me.
“Swift, thanks for taking care of our little sister. We appreciate it.”
Cal’s gaze narrows on me, and I meet his stare. Neither of us speaks. I’m sure questions are brewing in his mind, but he knows now isn’t the time.
The back door opens, Gracie’s cries fill the air and Mia’s head pops out. “Wrap it up, boys. Cal’s girls are ready to go home.”
“We were just on our way in,” he says, still eyeballing me.
It takes Knox grabbing him by the shoulders and guiding him inside to break his stare. “Bro, you need to relax.”
We all pile inside and say our goodbyes, but Cal can’t seem to let whatever’s bothering him go. He stops at my open front door, looking around me to his sister. “You're welcome to stay with us.”
“Thanks, but I’m good here.”
“What the actual fuck?” he whispers to himself, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
Stepping in, I remind him she still needs to see the doctor before her concussion is cleared, and she can drive again.
“We can get her to her appointments,” Cal counters.
Mia crowds Cal in the doorway. “Owen not only has the week off, but this is the safest place for her to be.” She pushes him out the door and sends us a wave over her shoulder.
Once we’re alone again, we simply look at each other from across the room. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but I’m thinking about how much I enjoyed hosting our friends and family together.
Drawn to her, I saunter in her direction, stopping before she’s close enough to touch. “The girls seemed keen on you staying here.”
“They did.” She smiles.
“And you told them about our history?”
“I did.”
“How much did you tell them?”
“Everything?” she answers, scrunching her nose like she may have told them too much.
“What exactly doeseverythingmean?”
“Well, I told them about all our times together, but I didn’t tell them every naughty detail.”
“So, you didn’t tell them you like me to take control?”
“You mean did I tell them how bossy you are between the sheets? No, I did not.”
“Only with you.”
“Right back at ya, big guy.”
I could make a joke about her calling mebig, but I have more pressing matters on my mind.
“And did you tell them how you feel about me? About us?”
“I told them I haven’t been as brave as you about sharing my feelings.”
“And if you were going to share your feelings, what would they be?”
“Wow, look at the time.” She fakes a yawn, stretching her arms above her head, giving me a glimpse at a sliver of her stomach, but her blinding smile distracts me. “It’s getting late. I believe I have a prize to redeem.”
