Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I showed the message to Kit, and she growled.
“That takes balls,” she muttered. “You saw how they were together? That’s not some new thing, they’re a couple. He’s fucking with you. Either that, or he’s fucking her while thinking about you. Not sure which one sucks worse.”
“I know,” I said, my voice grim. God, why had I wasted so much energy on this guy? Why the hell was I surprised to see him hanging on some bitch right after he texted me?
Hunter wasn’t a nice guy.
We’d covered this.
I should just slink away. Just go home before I embarrassed myself even more. Then I pictured him naked with that redheaded twat and my head exploded.
I stepped out from behind the shrub and started marching across the lawn. I’m sure he noticed me right away, because Hunter had been doing that same watching thing my dad always does. He liked to keep an eye on everyone, always looking for potential threats. Considering what a giant dickhead Hunter was, I’d bet tons of people wanted him dead.
I was the new queen of their special club.
Pushing through the group at the foot of the stairs, I headed straight toward him. The surprised shock on Hunter’s face was satisfying as all fuck.
“Em, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, glancing around the yard quickly. Maybe he expected an army of Reapers behind me? Well, I might not have the brothers with me, but I had Kit. Under the right circumstances, she could be scarier than a dozen angry bikers.
“So, you miss me?”
“Um, yeah,” he said, studying me like I was some sort of alien creature. “Where did you come from? I thought you were in Coeur d’Alene.”
“Just because you leave me somewhere doesn’t mean I’ll stay,” I hissed. “I’m not a dog, Hunter. I don’t do what I’m told.”
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“You’re pretty fuckin’ drunk, aren’t you?”
“And that would be your business because … ?”
“Shit, let’s get out of here,” he muttered. “Get you some water or something. Figure out the rest of this later.”
“Why, are you trying to hide me?” I sniped. “Afraid I might run into someone, make things awkward for you?”
He shook his head slowly.
“No, I just figured tomorrow you’ll wish there were fewer witnesses who saw this,” he said. “I’ll bet you’re gonna have a hell of a headache, too. Let’s get some water, maybe some Advil. Then we can talk, okay?”
“Fuck talking. I saw her, dickwad.”
“Who?”
I cocked my head and sneered. Did he really think he could fool me?
“I saw you with your girlfriend like two minutes ago, Liam. You kissed her, for fuck’s sake. Don’t pretend you’re trying to do anything more than use me.”
“Jealous?” he asked, a slow, sexy grin stealing across his face.
“Don’t smile at her, asshole,” Kit said from behind me. Like always, she had my back and I felt a rush of love for her. At least one person would always be on my side.
“Babe, that girl was my sister,” Liam said carefully, his voice almost gentle. “Kelsey. Trust me, she’s not interested in me like that.”
I froze.
“Your sister?” I asked, the fog in my head clearing enough to realize that I might have stepped over the line … “You told me you didn’t have any family, that you grew up in foster care.”
“She’s my foster sister,” he said. Shit. I felt like a complete bitch. “We’ve been together for more than ten years, I practically raised her.”
“I saw how she looked at you,” Kit snarled. “That’s not a sisterly kind of look.”
“You want to say that a little louder?” a new voice demanded, and I looked over to find the redhead in question glaring at us, hands on her hips. “Because it sounds like you were saying I want to fuck my brother. That’s pretty nasty, even coming from a skank like you.”
Kit bristled like a porcupine, and for a second I thought she might launch herself across the porch, hissing and spitting.
“Drop it, Kels,” Hunter said, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “This is Em, and that’s her sister. Trust me, I’m happy she’s jealous of you. Means she still gives a shit.”
“I do not give a shit,” I muttered, and Hunter laughed.
“This bitch tied you in knots—” Kelsey started to say, but Hunter cut her off.
“Drop it. Put away your claws, because I’m just thankful she’s here.”
Kit snarled, and I stepped quickly between her and Kelsey. Wait. Wasn’t this supposed to be my dramatic scene? Ughh …
“This is between me and Hunter,” I told Kit. “I appreciate the support, but you need to back off.”
“Christ,” Kit muttered, turning away and running a hand through her hair. “I need a beer.”
Kelsey narrowed her eyes at her. Hunter put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed just a little tighter than what looked comfortable.