Malia is just as bad.Her gaze goes from lingering at his lips to checking out his physique.
“Right, Liam?”Reid declares a little louder.
“Y-yeah,” he replies, his voice deep, husky.
Malia immediately shudders, and I swear to God I see her sway forward.
I cough into my closed fist.“Aren’t you going to invite them inside?”I ask.
She startles.“Um, yes, yes.Come in.”
She steps aside, and he doesn’t take his gaze off her until he passes her, walking into the living room.
Milly looks up from her programme, and I inwardly groan at the dead body frozen on the screen, from where she’s pressed pause.Reid chuckles under his breath, moving closer until I can feel him at my back.
“She wasn’t lying about needing her Criminal Minds fix.”
“Shut up,” I whisper from the corner of my mouth, before pasting on a smile.
Liam gawks at the screen, then down at Milly.“Um...”Liam mumbles.
Milly drops her chin in her hands, staring up at him.“Did you know the best way to bury a body is to bury them three feet and not six?That way, they decompose a lot quicker.”
“Or you could feed them to pigs,” Reid announces nonchalantly.“Less hassle and less risk.”
“Really?”I snap, backhanding his bicep when I see her mind ticking behind those eyes.
He moves his arm away.“Woah, what’s with the abuse?”he growls.“It’s true.”
“Why don’t we go to the kitchen,” Malia suggests, glaring at her little sister.
Milly pouts, folding her arms over her chest heatedly.“What?I was being on my best behaviour and beingcompletelynormal.”
“Please, can we watch Bambi or something?”Magnolia complains.
Milly turns to her sister.“You want to watch a baby fawn lose her mother to poachers instead of something educational?And you sayI’mweird.”
“Please, let’s go before she starts listing other children movies that have traumatic impacts.”
“Lion King,” Liam mutters, shrugging.
Malia sighs.“Pete’s Dragon.”
Liam chuckles and follows her into the kitchen when the girls start bickering about what movie it is for them.When Milly admits Final Destination traumatised her, which isn’t even in the same category as the kid’s movies, I follow Malia and Liam.
“Go away,” I hiss when Reid follows.
He chuckles.“Oh no, this is getting good.”
“Don’t you have shit to do?”I argue.
“Nothing that can’t wait,” he promises.“God, I’m starving.”
“Then go home,” I snap, and find Malia already putting the kettle on.
Liam is staring at the fridge, and just when I think he might walk out, he lets out the deepest sigh.
“You let a Carter into your home, didn’t you?”he states, jerking his chin to the chain and lock on the fridge doors.“Please tell me it wasn’t Max.”
