I wouldn’t be delaying it so I have an excuse to keep spending time between her legs, would I?I groan inwardly, knowing there is some truth to that.
But neither of us is having a horrible time.
It’s like this magical space that we get to be sexual with one another with zero consequences.
I’m a good man, but I’m not fucking perfect.
Not when it comes to resisting Jessie.
The private beach comes into focus, and I park alongside one of the guy’s Maserati.Lucky bastard.
I’d kill for one of those.
Buying a house was more important.I’m only twenty-eight, a lot younger than some of these guys I work with, so my time will come.
Private security pays very well.The bonus checks for black ops are off the charts.I’m considering putting my hand up for them.Not sure how Josh will respond, but if you don’t ask, you don’t get.
“I’ll find somewhere to live.Anyway...a-boo-uh-ka-cutting-out-can-hear-Jay-are-hello...”
Jessie pushes the red button, ending the call with her brother.
“Hey!”I cry, glaring at her.
“Bad service.”She shrugs.
“This is LA.There is no bad service.”
Unbelievable.She just hung up on him.
Because he said she had to move out.
“Oh.Yes.Very sad.He’ll get over it.”Jessie undoes her seatbelt.
Siblings.
I never had a brother or sister growing up.It was one of the many things I loved about being at Roger’s household.Watching Jessie and Jayden together.The bickering and the closeness.
Because theyareclose.
I remember when their grandpa died.Jessie was still very little and was very sad.Her mom said it was the first person in her world to die, and she was old enough to know what it meant.
Jayden tugged her into his arms on the sofa that night, and she fell asleep snuggled up to him.I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human sit still for as long as he did.
When Mr.Rogers came in to tell us to go to bed—I was staying over—he lifted Jessie into his arms and walked down the hall.As he was heading towards her (very pink) bedroom, Jayden said something to him, and Mr.Rogers carried her into Jay’s bedroom, instead.
I watched as he climbed into bed beside his sister and kissed her head, then went to sleep.
I stared at them for a long time, feeling something I didn’t understand.
Envy?
Awe?
Maybe both.
They might’ve been four years apart, but Jay had been Jessie’s first protector.
I need to remember that.
