Broken, somehow. I wasn’t sure why I got that impression, but I did.
And yes, he seemed like a hot mess.
“Nice?” My sister barely resisted rolling her eyes. “That’s all you’ve got?”
“Youreallydon’t care?”
Daniella groaned in exasperation. “Care about what? This isn’t even about me. This is about you caring too much, about things you shouldn’t.Just like you always do.It was a drunken party four years ago, okay? People do stupid crap when they’re drunk.” She held my gaze for just a little too long as that statement echoed in my head.
Then she left. The door finally closed.
And I knew she was right.
I cared.
I cared, too much, already, about something that wasn’t even my business.
I just had to stop caring. That was all.
Just forget about it.
Forget abouthim.
Which meant I had to stop thinking about him, stat. And seeing his black hair, his angsty eyebrows, the smolder in his blue, blue eyes and that broken look on his face… every time I closed my eyes.
… And wondering how big his dick was. And what kinds of things he liked to do with it.
Because oh yes, I’d been wondering about that.
Since he walked up to me last night in the rain, I’d been wondering a lot of things.
But it didn’t matter anyway.
It was my sister he wanted, not me.
And she didn’t even care.
Or so she said. Knowing Dani… I wasn’t even quite sure if I believed her.
Damn, but life could kick a girl in the crotch.
I glanced around my kitchen, wondering if I had any barbecue chips to go with the ranch dip in my fridge.
Chapter Three
Ash
Fuuuck.There was something wet on my back.
Sliding around.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Slimy. And hairy…
It was the unmistakable feeling of an animal licking me.
I managed to crack an eye open and peer under my arm at the black lab.
