Is this woman serious?“Are you besties with them?Do you know that for sure?”
She rolls her eyes.“Okay, Mr Bright Ideas, let’s talk about your plan.You left us alone without knowing if there was another person inside the house.Secondly, and this is a big one, you told me to call Jaxon for help.If you haven’t forgotten, the reason you are even here is because everyone’s tyres are slashed.How would he have gotten here?”
I raise my hand and hold up a finger as I list off the options.“Let’s see, there’s one of the horses, a quad bike, even the fucking mower or a push bike.”
Her shoulders slump down.“I didn’t know that,” she whispers.“I was scared something was going to happen to you and no one would be able to come and help.”
Now I feel like I’ve been sucker punched.A sly grin slips across my mouth.“You were worried about me?”
She snorts as she pushes me back, my phone still in her hand.I grab it.“Not at all, but you’re the only one here to help, and I’m more of a lover than a fighter.I wouldn’t know what to do to help you.”
I grip the top of the door until she has to lean back into the car.“Babe, I’m a lover too.”Her lips part, and I watch as her chest rises and falls in the tiny strap top she has on.“A really good lover.”
Her mouth opens and closes, and I hear the gasp of air, like she’s lost for words.It has my grin spreading into a full-on smile.
“Can I go to bed now?This is becoming awkward,” Milly, the tiny little dot in the back, mumbles through a yawn.
Summer’s cheeks redden before she quickly snatches her bag off the floor.Something about that kind of innocence coming from a smoking hot girl tugs at my attention like a glass of ice-cold water on a hot summer’s day.
In the time I’ve been around her, I’ve noticed she has sass when it comes to her family.Hell, I saw her tackle Mark’s new missus to the ground back at the bed and breakfast.But when it comes to being around others, she withdraws, gaining her composure way too quickly.She doesn’t use her beauty to get what she wants like so many others do.I already checked out her Instagram as soon as I got her full name off Hayden, so I know she doesn’t like to flaunt herself on there either.Her account was mostly photos of landscapes and a cat doing questionable things.I guess being around someone who has so many pieces to them has my interest piqued.With me, you get what you see.I am who I am and I give no fucks about it.I’ll flirt with a grandma if it means I get a cup of tea or some food made for me.Hell, I’ve used my charm to get out of trouble more times than I can count.
Summer, however, is more than what you see on the surface.Otherwise, she wouldn’t blush at being flirted with.And I was definitely flirting.
“Thanks for the ride—I mean, the lift.And the, um, the chasing off the burglar,” she stutters as she brushes past me.She heads to the back and grabs the little girl’s bag.Before she can attempt to pick up the little girl, who has fallen back to sleep, I lift her up and place her on the ground behind me.
“I’ll get her,” I assure her.
“I can do it,” she argues, but there’s no heat behind the words.
“Babe, I’ve got her.You need to grab the keys for the house.”
“I swear to God, if you call me babe one more time, I’m going to punch you in the dick.”
The threat shouldn’t make me grin but it does.“And there’s the sass,” I whisper.
“Did you say something?”she questions as I hear keys jingle.
I unclip the seatbelt, trying to keep my laughter inside.“I said you’ll wake her,” I lie.
I lift Milly into my arms, and immediately her arms go around my neck while her legs lock around my waist.I guess I have Lily to thank for being so at ease around the kid.A few years ago, when Lily and Jaxon were getting together, she took to a little girl who was being abused at home.Star and her older brother ended up being related to Lily’s neighbour, and they’re close, so we spend a lot of time around them.Then there’s also Sunday, Aiden Carter’s little girl.If it hadn’t been for them being brought around us, I would probably be still staring at the kid, wondering how I should pick her up.
I follow the spitfire, watching her perfectly round arse bounce as she rushes up to the door.
I glance at the house, wondering why they don’t build them like this anymore.Concrete steps lead to the front door, above them a small porch.It’s only big enough for maybe one seat and a flower pot, but still cool as shit, and something I’ve been thinking about with our upcoming newbuilds.People have decking out the back, so why not out the front?
She turns on the inside light and looks around warily.“It doesn’t seem to be touched down here,” she whispers.“Aside from that mess by the window.”
I glance at the tipped over table near the window and agree with her.Nothing else in here seems to be touched, which means if the rest of the house is untouched, they didn’t want anyone to know they were here.
“I think there was only one of them,” I assure her.“I think he would have called out to his friend if they were still in here.”
She drops the bag on the bench in the little hallway.“Here, I’ll take her.”
I roll my eyes.“Just tell me which room is hers.I’ll carry her up.”
“My god, are you always this bossy?”she remarks.
“No.But my mum raised me right.”
