Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“It was a simple question, boy.”
His cheeks burn bright red at my choice of endearment. “She texted me this morning asking if I wanted to have dinner…”
“And?”
“And nothing. That’s it. I haven’t replied.”
“Well, that was rude.” I frown at him. “You either go to dinner with her or don’t, but don’t leave her hanging.”
“I…” He pauses and then runs a hand through his hair, messing it up. “I don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“I think you should reply to her.”
“And say what?”
“Whatever you want. Just don’t ignore my sister.”
He flinches at my words but then pulls his phone out. His teeth capture one corner of his bottom lip as he texts back and forth with Shelly. Finally, his brown eyes lock on mine, frustration evident in his gaze.
“Your sister is…”
I bark out a laugh. “Impossible. Let me guess. She talked you out of saying no.”
“Yeah,” he says, shock in his tone. “How did…”
“That’s Shelly Belly for you. The brat got whatever she wanted growing up because she was so fucking persistent. Plus, she thinks I like you, so she’s in total competition mode.”
“Are you fucking for real?” he growls. “You’re such an asshole. You seriously let me sweat that shit out, didn’t you?”
I chuckle. “It’s sweet you tried to choose me. It’s the thought that counts.”
“I don’t…” He sighs. “Whatever. Looks like I’m having dinner with Shelly. I’ll text you after.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not the first guy my sister and I have fought over.”
“Rich people,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Normal people aren’t like this I’ll have you know.”
“That’s what makes the Kincaids so special.” I wink at him as the server sets down our food.
As promised, the crunchy Maine clams are fucking orgasmic. I eat my weight in the damn things. Jax wears a satisfied expression on his face.
“Fucking amazing, right?” he asks, a crooked grin tugging at his plump lips.
“I’ve had better.”
God, I love making his face turn crimson.
“Really?” I lean my shoulder against the door jamb, shaking my head at my sister. “Is this your bag a husband getup?”
She laughs, spinning in front of her mirror. “Bag me a sheriff husband.”
Normally, when we’re vying for the same guy, I’m amused by her silly efforts to win. Not this evening. No, I’m irritated.
Which makes no sense.
I barely know the guy.
“You do like him. Like really like him,” she marvels as she places her hands on her hips and studies me. “Is he even gay or bi?”
Gritting my teeth, I keep my trap shut. I promised I wouldn’t betray him, not even to my own sister. I’m an asshole, but I’m also a man of my word. “I just think you’re going to extreme efforts for a guy you practically have to drag to dinner.”
“Some things are worth the trouble.” She shrugs her shoulders and snags up her purse. “Don’t wait up for me.”
“Don’t wait up for me either.” I smirk at her. “You’re not the only one with plans tonight.”
Plans with the same man…
“You’re up to something, big brother. I’ll eventually find out and make you spill.”
“Have fun trying,” I tease before kissing her forehead. “Be safe.”
I leave her to getting dressed and seek out Callan. After the way we left things last night, I feel the urge to make peace between us. Since he was suspended today, he’s probably been moping all day. The B&B is quiet this evening since the workers went home already and Callan’s not blasting his music. I push open his door to find him at his desk, hard at work. His AirPods are in, so I can sneak up on him. I’m about to scare the shit out of him when I see a text come through on his phone.
Zak: But when did you know? Did you wake up one day or were you born gay?
Callan picks it up and then flies through a response before setting it down again. I try not to pry, but curiosity is eating at me.
Callan: I knew I liked guys when I was young. Plus, my brother was gay as long as I could remember. When he’d bring home boyfriends, I’d drool over them.
Zak: Have you had sex with a man before?
I cringe, no longer curious about what they’re talking about. I’m pretty sure it’s going to head into uncomfortable territory that no guy wants to learn about his younger brother. I walk back over to the door and slam it loud enough that it grabs Callan’s attention.
“What?” he demands, flipping his phone over and yanking off his AirPods.
“Don’t what me,” I grumble. “I came to check on you.”
“I’m fine. Just working on some ideas for Zak’s apartment.” He shrugs. “He likes my ideas.”
“Oh yeah? You guys cool now?”
“Yeah.”
Teenage boys and their vague-ass answers.
“Are you learning more about each other?” I lift a brow at him. “Besides what color he wants his drapes?”