Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Aidan’s attention moved to him. “And you! You could have told me.”
Stone held his hands up. “Hey, I’m just the hired help. You need to speak to Hack about this.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be fucking talking to Hack. I also need to talk to him about moving my baby sister into his house. Come on, we’re leaving.”
She jumped to her feet, removing her hand from her mouth. “Uh, where are we going?”
“To move you back in here!”
“I’m not moving back in here.”
“Yes, you are! You aren’t living with Hack!”
“Why not? Don’t you like Hack?” she asked.
“I did. And I’ll even go to his funeral and say nice things about him because we used to be friends.”
“His funeral?” she asked.
“Yes,” Aidan muttered. “Because he’s a dead man once I get my hands on him.”
She looked over at Stone with wide eyes. The other man was smirking.
“This isn’t funny,” she hissed. “He’s going to hurt Hack.”
“I don’t think Hack’s going to just lie down and take it, do you?” Stone replied.
“No. That makes it worse. I don’t want my brother and my, ah, um . . .”
“Daddy?” Stone supplied. “Or lover? Since that rhymes with brother. Although perhaps not a good idea to say that to Sav’s face.”
“Urgh! You are no help at all!”
“I voted to let someone else pick them up,” Stone said. “You wanted to do it yourself. So here we are.”
“Greer!” Aidan roared. “Let’s go.”
She sighed as she got up. Stone followed her out of the house. “At this point, maybe it would be a good thing if my stalker turned up. We could sick Aidan on him instead of Hack.”
Aidan was muttering as they got in the car with him. He started the car and drove out of the driveway.
“Whoa, man, ease up,” Stone warned from the backseat. “Your sister hasn’t buckled her seatbelt yet.”
“What? Squirt, buckle your seatbelt.”
“That’s what I was doing,” she said with exasperation. “Give me a chance. Aidan, you’re acting like a crazy person.”
“Really? I’m a crazy person? I go on vacation for the first time in years and the whole world implodes. Where was Cash?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why wasn’t he looking after you? If you discovered you had a stalker, then you should have called him and he could have moved in with you.”
“Ahh, I don’t know what brother you’re talking about, but Cash can barely look at me, let alone talk to me.”
“What? What the hell?”
“I mean . . . he was a bit put out when he heard I was living with Hack, but I soon set him straight. And I’ve barely heard from him since. He doesn’t answer my calls, rarely replies to my texts. It’s like he doesn’t want a sister anymore.” She sniffled. Shoot. She’d told herself she wasn’t going to cry over Cash. “It’s like losing him all over again. Only, this time he’s a complete stranger. You’d think that would make it easier!”
“Jesus, man, stop her from crying!”
“How?”
“Pull over and hug her. Or I’m calling Hack. I should call him anyway.”
Aidan pulled the car over to the side of the road before undoing his belt as Stone jumped out of the backseat.
“Sorry,” she said, trying to wipe away her tears.
“Come here, pimplebutt,” Aidan said, reaching over to draw her into his arms. “Has he really been like that?”
“Yes. And I’m trying not to let it hurt my feelings. But it’s h-hard. I missed h-him so m-much. And it h-hurts that he d-didn’t miss m-me at all.”
“That’s not true, Squirt.”
“It is. Otherwise why wouldn’t he want to spend any t-time with me? I d-don’t even know where he w-was!”
“If it makes you feel better, he won’t tell me anything either. The baboonface.”
She sobbed out a laugh and sat back to look up at him, wiping at her nose with her sleeve.
“Ew, gross.” He drew a tissue from the glovebox. “Here. Why is this car so clean, anyway? Did you clean it before you picked us up?”
“Why would I need to do that?”
“Because you always eat in the car and then leave your trash everywhere.”
“I do not!”
He shot her a look.
“All right, fine. Maybe I do that. And perhaps the car is clean because Hack doesn’t really like me driving, so I didn’t use it much.”
“Why doesn’t he like you driving? Because you’re a terrible driver?”
“I am not!”
“Yeah, you are. That’s why everyone is always beeping at you.”
“Yes, well, it turns out I need glasses. So once I get them, I’ll probably be a better driver than you.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
She huffed out a breath. So rude.
“I’m sorry Cash is being an ass,” he told her. “But I’m sure it has everything to do with him and nothing to do with you.”
She shifted around on her seat. “Yeah, I’m not so sure.”
“He loves you, Greer. Same as me.”