“It is summer.” Brinley was all cheek as she strutted her way toward the truck, those sky-high pumps crunching on the gravel.
“I am aware, but Meems and I just watched the news and there was no indication that there’s a heatwave at the precise location of Torque & Talon Autobody Shop. Because it is a thousand degrees hotter here than it was when I stepped out of the house.”
I would have laughed at my sister’s absurdity if it wasn’t for the fact I was actually being burned at the stake.
Flames licking up, my flesh charred as Brinley cast a searching glance over her shoulder back in my direction, trying to play it cool but wondering if we were ever going to fess up about what had been going on with us.
But it was like I told Phoenix. Nothing was going on other than a few mind-blowing orgasms. There couldn’t be.
So I turned back to my bike and ignored her like a prick.
She swiveled back in Elena’s direction, and her voice hardened. “You’re imagining things.”
My chest clutched, and my stupid gaze was sliding back that way.
She kept swaying that sweet ass toward the truck.
“Bwinweysit Kai!” Little hands waved in the air, the boy peeking over the side.
Brinley seemed to stumble a step. “Okay, baby, I can sit next to you.”
God, why did it feel like she was driving a blade through my guts every time she called him that? Flaying me wide open to the disfigured affection that kept trying to break free underneath.
She climbed into the back seat beside Kai, giving me a peep of her perfect ass, legs long and bare and urging me toward traitorous things.
My stomach twisted, and my freaking little sister smirked when she caught me staring.
Then she slammed the door shut and skipped around to the front of the truck to the driver’s side, hopped in, and put it into gear.
And it didn’t matter if I put six hundred pounds of torque into it, there was no chance of stopping mine and Brinley’s gazes from tangling as they went.
Those bottomless, mesmerizing eyes haunting me.
FORTY-EIGHT
SILAS
We were gatheredaround the table.
Yeah, the plan was to pack Brinley’s things and take her back to the club, but I doubted one more meal could hurt all that much.
Seemed a dick move, depriving her of this delicious meal.
God knew Meems would read me the riot act if I did, anyway, and I’d always fancied myself a decently intelligent man.
I knew how to save my own ass, at least.
Brody strolled in five minutes late. Smug smirk on his face when he glanced between me and Brinley who sat on my left.
“Glad to see you could join us.” Meems arched a brow at my middle brother.
He gave her that charming smile. “Had a little something I was attending to at the club.”
Elena spluttered around a sip of her iced tea. “Something? More like a someone, I’m sure.”
He grinned. “A man never tells.”
She barked in incredulity. “Oh, I’ve heard all about your conquests. So gross.”
