“What do you want, Sara?” His icy-blue eyes narrow on me. He never shows any emotion except irritation when it comes to me. Which is fine, because I’m done with all these guys. They should be relieved. I finally moved on from the nothing they’ve offered me for six years.
“Where’s Tom?” I brush past the giant of a man into the dim living room, shaking off the sparks my arm rubbing against his hard muscles triggers. “Tom! Tom, get your ass out here. I swear to God I will come into your room, and if I see boobs or dick, I’m telling Mom.”
I ignore Dante, who follows me as I move deeper into the apartment. His presence makes my skin tingle with an awareness I wish I didn’t feel. I’m still in the sundress I wore on my date. My hair is still up and I can almost feel Dante’s breath on my neck. Which would be difficult given how fucking tall he is.
I’m not really short, but no one would call me tall or even average.
Tom’s bedroom is toward the back. I don’t care if I wake the dead and whatever woman or women might still be here from last night. My brother has a lot of explaining to do.
“Tom!”
A door opens and Finn Lawson steps out. He’s not as tall as the Viking but still much taller than me. I’m not prepared for so much lovely man chest this morning. His body is a work of art and he works hard at the gym to keep it that way. His dark hair looks mussed, like someone’s been running their fingers through it.
Chances are someone has.
His green eyes focus on me and he gives me this smile that would melt anyone’s panties. Mine are, unfortunately, not immune. His flirty smile is full of temptation.
“For fuck’s sake, flower. Keep it down or come in here and I’ll make you scream real good.” He strokes his fingers over his lips. If any other guy spoke or acted this way, I’d roll my eyes, but heat floods me when Finn does stuff like that.
Why couldn’t my brother find ugly friends? Like seriously, did he hold auditions and only let the most attractive guys through to the final round? Because that sounds like an excellent way to meet a guy that will make my mother turn blue trying not to say bad things about him.
Unfortunately, Drew is perfect for my mother. Which means she’ll love him and won’t ever let me dump him. He’s from a good family, knows how to dress, and actually likes me. My heart speeds up thinking about how he was just about to kiss me when my phone blew up with Tom’s texts.
Ignoring Finn, I walk to my brother’s door. Ignoring Finn takes dedication. It’s hard to ignore someone so blatantly pretty, but I’m currently on a mission and can’t be waylaid even by the pretty fuckboy.
When the door behind Tom’s opens, I don’t look. No matter how tempted I am. I know it’s Wyatt. While I’ve been trying to get his attention for the last few years, today is not the day. Today, I have to make sure my brother is just fucking with me.
“Tom, I hope you’re decent,” I warn before throwing open the door. The bedroom is dark and there’s no sign of life. In fact, it’s a mess. Clothes are strewn all over the place, but that could be the way he lives.
I don’t normally storm into my brother’s room.
“Why are you here?” the dark, gravelly voice that haunts my dreams says.
Shaking off the shiver of delight working down my spine, I don’t stop to fill Wyatt in on the details. I walk into the room and to the bathroom door, checking to make sure no one’s there.
“Fuck.” The word slips from my lips. Okay, hot guys aside, we have a problem.
My hands tremble as I take out my phone and doublecheck the text message conversation between me and my brother, or more like between me and five quick texts.
“What’s going on, pipsqueak?”
I sigh at Dante’s voice and the old nickname. Being a giant, he’s always been taller than me, and even more so when I stopped growing and he didn’t. Pretty sure that nickname is to keep me at arm’s length.
“Tom.” I hold out my phone. Dante takes it and looks over the conversation I know by heart.
Tom:
I’ve got to go
Don’t stay at home.
Go to my apartment.
Don’t look for me.
They’ll protect you.
Followed by a flurry of texts from me asking what the fuck in various ways. What the fuck did he get into this time? He’s an accountant not a fucking superhero or spy. Why would he have to go anywhere?
