“Rory’s not broken!” I snap.
“He is. You want to help him, and he needs your help.”
“I’ve helped other broken men before, but I’ve never been attracted to them.”
“Rory has the most amazing mouth I’ve ever seen.” I growl at my brother who just grins. “And ass.”
My eyes widen, and my nostrils flare. “He’s mine.” I reach out to grab my brother but stop when he smiles. He clearly knows he’s won.
“Good. Now what are you going to do to get him back?”
Huffing I lean back. “I have a few ideas.” Most of them involve presents.
“Rory? Seriously? What the hell?” Brendan grumbles as he takes the plant I sent and slams the front door.
“What is it now?” Rory stomps into the kitchen, but the cameras pick up the smile on his face. “Foxglove! The fairieslove Foxgloves.” He grabs the flowers from Brendan’s hands and turns to the door.
“Who is this guy? Seriously?” Brendan sounds pissed, and I smile. “Do we need to get a restraining order?”
“It’s all harmless little things.” Rory waves his hands.
If he knew how much the pink pixie castle cost, he might not think it was little, and if he knew about the cameras, he might not think it’s harmless.
“Rory, who is it?”
“I don’t know.” He pauses at the back door. “Not for sure.”
“But you have an idea.”
Rory’s quiet for a moment before he answers. “My socials are full of people offering to send me gifts.”
“And hurt you.”
“He’s not going to hurt me.”
“And you know that how?”
“I just do. Now leave it,” Rory snaps and slams the slider behind him.
Brendan growls in frustration, but I move the feed to watch the outside cameras.
He’s been spending a lot of time out at his garden, and I get the feeling it’s because I upset him. We were getting close at dinner, and then those stupid Hellhounds had to ruin everything.
I was already going to crush them on principle, but now there will be no mercy.
“How do you like your new neighbors?” Rory asks as he opens the tiny door to the pink castle. “I hope they were nice to you.” He pauses. “That’s good, it can be hard to trust new people.”
Ouch.
It’s been a week since the car chase, and Rory still won’t talk to me or answer my messages. He reads them, but he won’t respond. How can I get his attention back?
“Jesus, Lex!” Mal growls as I throw another guard to the ground in the ring. “Don’t fucking break anything.”
That’s not a bad idea. I could, and then we’d have to call Doc and Rory would come because?—
Mal flicks my forehead, and I’m so stunned that I can’t form words.
“Don’t even think about it.” He grabs my arm and leads me out of the ring. “This has gone on long enough.”
