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“Typical,” I muttered. “Farrow doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to either. He feels entitled to live off of our family’s money rather than contributing to it by making his own way in the world.”
She raised her brows at me. “Really? And you let him get away with it?”
I sighed. “I don’t really ‘let’ him get away with it, but he’s my brother, which means I have more tolerance for his bullshit than others.”
She shrugged. “So…what now?”
I snapped my mouth shut, trying to ignore the fact that I didn’t know what was next.
Instead of letting her see my reluctance to tell her anything, I took her hands, helping her disentangle herself from the terror triplets, and walked with her hand in mine to where my brothers waited.
Her hand felt good in mine.
A warm, pulsing heat passed between us where our palms were touching. It felt almost as if we were holding a hot rock between us.
Farrow’s eyes narrowed on Blythe the moment we hit the first step, and I would’ve shut him up had I had the ability.
Nikolai, of course, didn’t have such a problem.
Before Farrow could even open his mouth and start spewing his bullshit, Nikolai put an air field around him that effectively locked in everything that he had to say.
Oh, he could still talk, but thankfully none of us could hear what he was yelling.
I smiled my thanks at Nikolai, and he gave me a halfhearted shrug. “I’ve been listening to it all afternoon.”
“You told him what was going on?” I asked, surprised.
He nodded. “He asked. I don’t lie.”
Blythe snorted but otherwise kept her mouth shut, eyes studying Nikolai.
It was a normal thing.
Something that all women did.
Of the three of us, he was the one women referred to as ‘exotic.’
Jet black hair, bright green eyes, olive skin, great build.
All of those combined to make him the epitome of tall, dark and dangerous, according to my sister.
And he did tend to draw more attention to himself than either Farrow or I did.
“Are you sure y’all are related? Y’all really do look nothing alike, now that I am studying y’all side by side.” She wondered, eyes narrowing on me.
“Don’t let our mom hear you say that. She gets kind of touchy when people ask if we’re really related,” Nikolai murmured.
Blythe nodded sagely. “Okay. But really. Even he looks different,” she nodded her head, indicating Farrow.
Farrow was the baby, and he looked it.
He didn’t have the solid muscle mass that Nikolai or I had, and his hair was long and shaggy rather than the short, cropped military cuts that we wore.
He was also dressed in ragged jeans and a threadbare t-shirt, something that seemed to be in with teens these days.
I had on a pair of dark washed blue jeans and a polo shirt, the same thing I always wore out when I might be seen in public.
I was the face of the Vassago Motors, one of the largest auto parts stores and vehicle restorations places in Texas. There was no way I’d go out in public looking less than presentable.
Farrow, though, didn’t really care what anyone thought.
Including me.
That was also why I’d yet to allow him to participate in our business meetings or any decision-making processes.
“He’s special,” Nikolai explained, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he started to head back to the house. “You’ll love him, I promise.”Chapter 6
Men are like beer. Some go down better than others.-T-shirtBlythe
“Wow,” I breathed to the other brother, staring at the youngest brother in shock. “I didn’t realize he hated me so much. All I did was tell him tone it down with Macy. I mean, they’re having loud sex against my bedroom wall. What did he expect from me? I listened to it for two to three hours before I even said anything.”
Literally, he hated me.
He even said so. Repeatedly over the course of the last couple of hours.
“You’re probably the one that calls the cops on us all the time, aren’t you?” Farrow hissed.
Where had Keifer gone?
Why was I in here with this little shit instead of wherever he went?
And where the hell was I anyway?
Not that the place wasn’t nice, because it was, but because I was in some foreign house without a fucking clue what the hell I should do.
“I did no such thing,” I denied. “When I’ve had a problem with you two, I’ve told you. Something I’ve done on a few occasions. I’ve never brought a cop into it, though. I don’t need them at my front door, either.”
Nikolai snorted. “Ain’t that the truth?”
I turned to Nikolai and stared at him.
He was cute. Like, really cute.
Hot even.
He’s the type of man you see at a club dancing with the prettiest girl in the room.
I’m the girl that stands in the corner staring at the hot guy who’s totally out of her league…drooling and wishing.
