I point to it. “Wash that shit.”
He scoffs, “I’m here, doingyoua favor.”
“No, you’re here working for The Queen, just like me, and I ain’t your maid.”
The Queen is our mom, and all she had to do when wewere boys was raise an eyebrow, and our home was suddenly spotless.
“Yeah, well, you ain’t a fucking ray of sunshine either.” Jace crosses his arms. “When was the last time you had the real thing?”
I open my mouth to answer, and…What year is it?Oh shit, has it been that long? I’ve been so consumed, infiltrating Alena’s world; I haven’t wanted anyone else.
I shrug a shoulder. “Probably as long as you. Since that night in the Atlanta club with the bisexual brunettes.”
Jace’s eyebrows meet his hairline. “Dude, that was almost three years ago!”
“And it was a helluva night that’s lasted me this long.”
Actually, I think the bi brunettes came there more into each other than us.
But I know my brother. We’ve traded romance books and random women at a club. He’s into the paranormal, while I’m drawn to alphas. Book tropes, not women, though I’m not opposed to alien freaks and felines in charge.
Either way, I know Jace. I know when he’s pining for someone.
But he knows me, as well. His blue eyes narrow as he glances over his shoulder, through my kitchen window, and over to Alena’s cabin. Picking up my binoculars, I left by the sink, he shakes them.
“And this is just work, right? You, guarding Alena?”
“Pft.”
That’s my pathetic attempt at a grand deception. That, and since I think of Alena every time I come, it’s really damn hard lying to my brother’s face about her, so I look away.
Jace clocks it. “Bruh, if you fuck with Alena, Nash will kill you.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Loocchh,” he growls my one-syllable name into three. “I’mserious. Nash, Mom, Axel; hell, the whole family will kill you. There are four billion women on this planet. Find another one.”
I laugh, looking at him. “You googled that shit, didn’t you? Because you’re in love with a woman you can’t have.”
“Oh fuck,” he mutters. “That means it’s true. You’re in love with Alena, aren’t you?”
If you yell a lie, is it more believable? Don’t know. Let’s try. “Hell, no!”
“Aw, man.” He shakes his head. “Let it slide. It won’t last. You just have white knight syndrome.”
“Leave my sword out of this.”
“Can’t.” He gestures to my dick. “Apparently, you were swinging it and sending out the troops last night.”
I glance down, wincing when I realize I’m still in my leather pants. Thank fuck I took off my cum-stained shirt.
“Exactly.” I go with the lie. “I got Boner and my OnlyFans. I don’t need to fuck Nash’s daughter, too, so chill.”
No, I need to make Alena fall in love with me.
I sat across the table from her last night, and when she said, “Kids with a husband,” she was talking about me. About us. You can’t convince my heart otherwise. I had to kiss her.
“Look, man.” Jace surrenders his colossal hands. “We share blood and bromance over romance. You and me; we’re fucking Great Danes, and?—”
