Page 208 of Wrecking Love


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“I’m here!” Gabby matched my enthusiasm as she took off her glasses. Unlike my golden hazel color, she had deeply chocolate eyes that I’d always been envious of. I didn’t bother containing my excitement as I dragged her in for a tight hug. “Yes, yes, I’m here, you’re still a hugger, and I don’t want this.”

“Sorry!” My sister had always been uncomfortable with physical affection—which, in hindsight, made a lot of sense. “Look at you! You look amazing! I can’t believe you’re here! Why are you here?”

“Your husband-not-husband-whatever-you-two-are-now called me and made a solid fucking case for why I needed to come visit,” she said. He did? She swept past me, and I shut the door to hurry after her. “You and me, we’re spending the day together. Tomorrow, who knows? Killian and I came up with a whole fucking plan for today.”

“You did? When?” I asked. When did he even have time for that?

“Oh, shit.” Gabby let out a small whistle, and I caught how her gaze swept over Killian from head-to-toe. “Damn, he got hot.”

“He’s always been attractive.”

“Yeah, sure, but this… girl, that’s every woman’s wet dream,” she said. “That man went away a chubby donut nerd and came back a Greek god. That man has a fucking fitness magazine subscription and a favorite protein drink.”

I giggled. I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t. Not since finding out the man had a whole thing of apple cider donut-flavored protein powder—admittedly, it wasn’t bad.

“He’s still my donut nerd,” I told her.

“Hold up.” She rounded on me so fast I nearly ran into her. “He left you a chubby donut nerd and came back looking like that. You don’t just happen to look like that. You work your fucking ass off to look like that. Who the fuck did he get in shape for? I will take that man’s balls from him if you tell me it was for another woman.”

Good Lord. No filter with this one.

“Or it’s because he’s a supernatural bounty hunter.” I was still struggling to wrap my head around that one, but he seemed to like his job, even if it did mean he had to embrace his darkness.

“Bounty hunter? Oh, that’s hot. Tell that man to chase you through the fucking woods. Let him hunt you down, cuff you, and—”

“Gabby!” I exclaimed. My neck burned with embarrassment because his brothers had gone silent during her rant, all of them doing the worst at trying not to laugh. Lucas looked ready to fall over with the effort.

“I like her idea!” Raven shouted from across the room.

“See?” Gabby arched a brow. “Hot husband is useful for hot things.”

“Stop calling him hot,” I said quietly. “He’s still my husband.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “You know I don’t like short guys.”

“He’s not short!” From the way Lucas and Finn fell into a fit of giggles, everyone heard me.

“Have you seen him next to his beastly brothers?” Gabby demanded.

“He’s five-ten,” I retorted. “That’s not that short.”

“Beastly brothers,” she repeated and gestured to the Byrnes across the house. I glanced over at my husband as he stood with his brothers. Okay, yes, he was short compared to the rest of them. His brothers were all over six feet tall, which made Killian look short compared to them. But that didn’t matter.

“Well, he’s big where it counts,” I quipped. Was it a petty thing to say? It was. Did I care? Not in the least. It was also accurate.

“Get it, girl!” Gabby slapped me on the shoulder happily. “Come on. We need to find you real clothes.”

“But I have real clothes.” I stared down at my leggings and sweatshirt.

“Yeah, we’re putting that ass in jeans,” she replied.

“My clothes are fine!” I chased my sister up the stairs, nostalgia hitting hard.

Chapter 93

Genevieve

I don’t think you’re short.

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