She wears sleek mahogany hair in a high ponytail, tight blue jeans that cling to her curvy frame, ankle-high boots to combat the cold, and enough bravado to step forward and lay her cheek right over her brother’s heart, precisely where I’ve already claimed ownership.
“Two months is a long time, Linc. And I knew where to find you.”
“Does Mills know you’re here?” He jerks back and cups her face in rough hands. “He’s gonna be pissed when he finds out you skipped town, Scar. Especially since I already told him I was coming to you.Soon.”
She playfully huffs. “Yes, he knows. And you know I’m not a very patient person.” Unaffected by his mood, she drags herselffree of her brother’s grip and peers my way. Shyer than she is with him, she wrings her hands together and moseys up the steps. “You’re as pretty as he said you were. Nova, right? I’m sorry for just turning up.”
“No, it’s…” I gulp and take a single step back, making room for her on the porch as she approaches and reveals several facial similarities between her and her brother; the same jawline. Similar noses. Same-shaped eyes, though the colors are opposites.
“I-I’m sorry.” I shake my head.Stop staring, Nova!“I must seem so rude.” I offer my hand and swallow the odd ball of nerves gathering at the base of my throat. “Nova Nichols. Lincoln has told me so much?—”
“Move.” Tank lobs me out of the way with a shove that almost sends my head through the wall, then he snatches up Scarlett’s shaking hand, wrapping her palm in his, and flashes a wide smile.
He actually smiles.
My pet rock can smile!
“My name is Sebastion.” He lays asloooow, lingering kiss on her knuckles. “My friends call me Bas.”
“No!” Red-faced and furious, Lincoln bounds up the stairs and snatches his sister to safety. “Absolutely not! No fucking chance.”
