Page 186 of A Little Broken

Well, if it isn’t the baby of the family, Rory Buchanan.

She’s definitely not the little girl I remember.

Not even close.

And here I am, blatantly checking her out like she’s a piece of meat which is the last thing she needs, and the last thing I should ever do, especially after the last time we spoke.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

Iris gasps. “Excuse me?”

I hold Rory’s gaze for another beat, my dick stiffening even more. Shit. She’s…I thought she wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. Sure, I didn’t blatantly ask Maverick when his little sister would be arriving for the wedding festivities. Considering our history, I had to beat around the bush, but I thought…it doesn’t matter. Clearly, I was wrong. And clearly, she isn’t the little girl she once was. Like an expensive bottle of wine, time has only made her sweeter, but just as unattainable.

She’s still a kid, I remind myself despite my subconscious calculating how old she must be. Not that it matters.

It. Doesn’t. Matter.

Holding my stare, she kicks her feet beneath the water’s surface, keeping herself afloat, her small breasts bobbing in the glistening pool like a wet dream.

Snap the hell out of it!

This is Rory! Sweet, innocent, little Rory.

“Hello?” Iris snaps.

Giving Rory my back, I walk inside. “Sorry, there was a…bee. I’m here.”