“Step away from my sister,” McGuire’s voice cut through the sex-filled cabin like a father holding a shotgun.
Patch cupped Savvy’s cheeks, dropped his forehead to hers, and sighed. “Shit.”
“I would’ve said fuck, but that’s me,” she whispered.
“I mean it, Patch,” McGuire said.
Patch blinked a few times before turning, tucking Savvy protectively behind his back. And he was damn glad he’d done that, considering his best friend had the balls to draw his weapon.
“Jesus, man.” Patch held his hands wide. “Put that damn thing away.”
McGuire shook his head. “Come on, Savvy. Get your things. We’re going to my place.”
“Yeah, no,” she mumbled. “You two are lunatics.” She pressed her hands on Patch’s shoulders and peered around his side. “Seriously? You’re pulling a gun on your best friend because… because… why? What am I? Sixteen?”
“Not the point, Savvy.” McGuire didn’t budge, and he didn’t put his damn pistol away, even if the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He was still a little pissed and with good reason.
Patch understood. Savvy was blood. His little sister. But she was a grown woman and hadn’t done anything wrong. Patch, on the other hand, well, he’d broken a promise.
Again.
But it was a promise he’d known he shouldn’t have made. One he’d known he couldn’t keep. Then again, it was between him and Savvy.
God, this was an impossible situation, and he wanted to go jump in the swamp and swim with the gators and pythons. At least he knew what they wanted from him… they wanted him to be their next meal. Easy.
Patch wasn’t sure what Savvy wanted… besides sex… and maybe help being a ghost. The first part he could do all day long.He’d proven that in the last twenty-four hours. The latter? No way. Her brother was right about that.
But for the life of him, he didn’t understand McGuire. Not one flipping bit. He’d wanted them to be a couple. He’d said so a million times. Okay, so Patch got it because he couldn’t commit. But hell, neither could Savvy. So what the hell was the problem?
Jesus, he was going to give himself a headache.
“It is the point.” Patch pinched the bridge of his nose. “Put down the damn gun. You’re not going to shoot me.”
“Maybe not.” McGuire holstered his weapon. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not torqued.”
“You don’t have any right to be. Not when you come over here, unannounced, and the only reason you did that is because you wanted to know. You wanted to see if… oh hell. This is about the dumbest adult argument I’ve ever had.” Patch ran his fingers through his hair.
McGuire laughed.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Patch said.
“You’re too easily flustered when you get caught with your hands in the cookie jar,” McGuire said, his voice softer.
“I’m going to take a shower. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.” On that note, Savvy kissed Patch’s cheek, glared at her brother, and disappeared into the bathroom.
“One night.” McGuire wiggled a finger. “You couldn’t give it five.”
“Would that have made it better for you?” Patch turned, snagged the coffee pot, and poured two mugs. He offered McGuire one and waved to the screen door.
Both men went outside and plopped down on the porch.
“No, but I would’ve made fifty bucks. Now I’m out fifty.”
“Excuse me?” Patch glared.
McGuire shrugged. “The guys and I had a pool.”
“Oh my God. Your sister’s gonna hang you by your balls when she finds out.”
