Besides, this looks like a scene that has played out between them before.
“It’sbecauseI know you that I assume it’s your fault.”
“You know what? Don’t ask me to do anything for you again.”
“I didn’t ask you to do this. In fact, I don’t understand why you would, unless you think you had to step into Whit’s shoes because he’s not around.”
“You mean there’s another Whittington in line to eyeball me menacingly?” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her body closer.
“The things you’ll put up with for love, right?” In my arms, she turns her brother’s way, hands resting over my arms. “Did you tell Brin about my wedding gift?”
“I did not.” And I don’t know where this is going as dark amusement flciks across her face.
What the fuck am I going to owe her now?
More to the point, what am I going to get for it?
“Oh my God.” She practically bounces on the spot. “You’re not going to believe what mydarling husband bought me.”
I tighten my arms around her.Don’t overdo it, princess. Also, fuck do I like the sound of that.
“What?” Brin sounds suspicious. For good reason.
Lavender turns and, rising to her toes, presses a kiss to my cheek. I feel every inch of her body against mine—thighs, stomach, breasts. She’s a fiery heat that I try to contain by wrapping my hands around her waist.
“He’s going to be so jealous.” Her whisper skates my cheek as she pulls away.
Reluctantly, I let her.
“Follow me, loser,” she sings, making for the door.
“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t talking to me,” I murmur.
“Raif, you’ll want to see this,” she asserts, disappearing into the hallway. “Leo?” I hear her call. “What floor was the garage on again?”
“What’s she talking about?” Brin demands, glancing behind him. “What the hell have you bought her?”
I gesture him ahead. I wouldn’t want to steal her thunder.
24
LAVENDER
Brin’s face.Days later and I’m still tickled pink when I think about it. Brin doesnotlook good in green.
I know it was mean of me to taunt him with the thing he most covets, but I couldn’t help myself. Though technically, my McLaren is like his dream car multiplied by ten. And I suppose, technically, it isn’t a gift from Raif but more like something I’ve yet to earn.
I don’t even like it, to be truthful. It’s way too flashy for me, and the way the door opens up rather than out is annoying. It’s also an invitation to be carjacked, so I’ll be selling it to the highest bidder as soon as Raif and I are through. I might even give Brin first refusal.
Just for shits and giggles.
If he’s answering his phone to me by then.
I’m not ashamed to say I’d tried to use my… womanly wiles to persuade Raif to tell me exactly what went on between Brin andhim. But he just did something with his tongue, and my brain cells all wentpop.
I suppose I have fifty-one weeks of this to work out what I’m missing. Something tells me it’s envy, plain and simple.
Fifty-one weeks of annoying him.
