All her disgust did was make Sydney want to dig her heels in and commit to the act further.
Asshole.
But it was Reese who got to him first. “You mean the inn you and Dad couldn’t afford to buy?”
Well, well, well. Point to Reese.
Grant squinted at her. “How do you know that?”
Another point to Reese. Grant wasn’t quick on his feet and missed the hit by showing his surprise.
“So it is true,” Reese said, her teeth flashing in a way that made Sydney melt from the pure enjoyment. “I’d love to hear more about that.”
Grant’s face grew red. “The family business isn’t really any concern of yours, now, is it?” he said, trying to rein in his breathing.
The situation had quickly escalated from a four to a solid nine, and she wondered what Grant would do when he didn’t get what he wanted. Not that she knew exactly what he wanted right now, but he was clearly infuriated at the idea of Sydney and Reese being an item.
Though she’d been with Grant since college, she’d always been open about her bisexuality.
And he was actually starting to believe that they were a couple, Sydney realized as his gaze darted between them, his fists clenching. She’d unexpectedly found herself on a speeding train that she didn’t want to slow down.
She felt invigorated, even as he took a step through the doorway.
Her whole body pulsed, little vibrations zinging across her skin, her arm hairs practically electric with the buzz moving through her.
For the last year, she’d felt like she hadn’t had any power, andnow that she was given a little dose, she was heady with the weight of it.
She placed her hand on Reese’s elbow. “I didn’t know that Grant was stopping by today,” she said honestly, squeezing Reese’s arm and giving her a puzzled look.
Sydney loved the heat coming off of Reese’s skin, and she fed off it as she flexed her fingers.
Reese’s tight smile was its own answer before she said, “I didn’t either.”
Grant threw up his hands and took another step closer. “Are you two seriously together? This isn’t some sort of joke?”
She could see the spittle at the edge of his lips.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Reese said before leveling her brother with a gaze that Sydney thought could melt metal, “not everything is about you.”
Sydney didn’t know why Reese was still going along with this, but she was grateful, satiating herself on the extra moments of excitement.
“In what world is the fact that my ex-girlfriend and my sister are dating not about me?”
Sydney bit back a laugh. Grant had always had a high opinion of himself, and that seemingly hadn’t changed over the last year.
Regardless, for the thrill of satisfaction that she was getting out of this whole situation, a perfectly executed role reversal that rivaled the feeling of a great shot down the line, Grant no longer got to see her in various states of undress.
“Get out of my bedroom, Grant,” she said, glancing at him and then the door.
She tapped her foot in a steady rhythm until he finally started turning around at a snail’s pace, like he was waiting for camera people to pop out of the closet and tell him he’d beenPunk’d.
Reese started following her brother to the door.
“You should stay,” Sydney said in a soft, coaxing voice, grabbing onto Reese’s hand.
“What the hell, Syd?” Grant bellowed, even as he compliedwith her request. At least he wasn’t stupid enough to stay in a woman’s room against her will.
Sydney could see him glowering at Reese as he stomped away, sulking like a child.
