Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
The red Porsche finally slowed and turned into the drive leading up to Maeme’s. About fucking time. I waited as Nailyah climbed out of the driver’s seat and glanced at me like I was acting unstable. Probably because I was. I had to check that shit, but it seemed every time I tried to stop, I just got worse.
“You okay?” she asked, walking over to me.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks for coming over.”
She shrugged. “You didn’t exactly ask me. You told me. But you’re welcome.”
I’d been ready to blackmail her ass if needed, but thankfully, she hadn’t been difficult. Yes, I had considered blackmailing my baby sister. I was shelfing that guilt because I hadn’t actually done it.
“It’s not like you don’t owe me,” I told her, letting the things I could have blackmailed her with hang in the air.
If our parents knew half the shit I’d gotten her out of, she’d lose that expensive car of hers and one or more of her credit cards.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a douche,” she said, glancing back at the house. “So, this girl is living at Maeme’s?” she asked.
“Yes. She’s not deaf, but she is mute.”
She nodded. “You explained that already. Lucky for you, I know enough sign language from my extra-credit course in high school that I can talk to her. Now, this is because of her sister? You want her alone?”
“You don’t need details. But I do want a night out with her sister. Yes.”
I hadn’t known how else to explain their relationship. I’d figured sisters was the easiest way.
I started toward the house. “Briar said that Dovie can swim if you want to take her over to the house to swim.”
“That’s good. But I was hoping I could get Maeme to make cupcakes first.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just be friendly. Keep her happy.”
“I’m always friendly.”
I could argue that, but we had reached the door, and I was ready to get inside to Briar. Leaving her earlier had been painful. She’d been watching me as if she was expecting me to turn on her at any minute. Which I deserved. I had to prove myself to her. I knew that, and I was going to pull out all the stops to do it.
Nailyah opened the door, and I followed her inside.
Maeme came walking through the doorway leading into the great room, and her face lit up at the sight of my sister. “I’m so glad you’re coming to spend some time here. It’s been too long since I had any quality time with you,” she said as Nailyah walked over to hug Maeme.
“I know. I’ve been so busy with my classes. But finals are over now, and I have the summer break ahead of me.”
Maeme patted her back. “That’s good to hear,” she told her, then nodded her head back toward the great room. “Come meet Dovie. I’ve been teaching her how to crotchet this afternoon.”
Nailyah grinned. “I haven’t done that in years. Are you showing her how to make the dish cloths we always used to make?”
Maeme nodded. “Sure am.” Then, she glanced back at me. “Briar will be down shortly.”
Which meant she was still upstairs, alone. I’d checked the camera I had in her room before getting out of my Jeep. She’d been walking around in a pair of the panties I’d bought for her. Turning that view off had been hard, but my sister had been on her way, and me having an erection would have been awkward.
“I’ll go grab a beer from the fridge while I wait,” I told her.
I waited until the two of them were out of sight before heading to the stairs and walking up them as quietly as possible. The only thing better than watching Briar on my phone was watching her in person. My patience was gone, and I’d been away from her longer than I could handle.
Turning the knob to her door, I’d expected it to be locked, but it wasn’t. She should lock her doors. Anyone could walk in and see what was mine. I didn’t like that idea.
Briar was standing in front of the floor-length mirror with her long hair over one shoulder as she braided it. Her eyes swung to me as I stepped inside the room, then closed the door with a soft click behind me.
“You need to lock your door,” I told her, still feeling unsettled about her being in here, where anyone who tried could come inside.
“Clearly,” she replied, looking back at her reflection as her fingers continued fixing her hair.
“I don’t like anyone being able to walk in on you.”
She smirked. “If I’d locked it, then you would have had to knock. What if I hadn’t let you in?”
It was my turn to smirk. “I know where the key is.”
She frowned, then looked as if she didn’t believe me. “And where would that be?”