“You—” Because of course she would.
I tried my hardest to hold in the laughter that threatened to burst from my chest. My sister. Afraid of potentially being fucked to death—or impaled…literally. She said he was huge, but not in what specific way… Length? Girth? Both?
“I couldn’t help myself after you left that night. I saw him crossing the bar and thought,‘why the fuck not’, using the card you always pull with your one-night stands. And now it just so happens that you and Rhylan are setting me up with my booty call… so I guess the fucking joke’s on me.” Tiffany flailed her arms dramatically before falling back against the wall, staring up at the black tile ceiling as she took slow and controlled breaths.
Without saying another word, I padded over to where she stood and mirrored her stance on the adjoining wall, letting Tiffany process everything in her own time. While this news took me by surprise, I was proud of my sister for sticking it out instead of running or pretending that nothing ever happened between her and Trent. Although it had me wondering why he didn’t mention anything either. He’d acted as though this was the first time he’d seen her.
After what felt like fifteen minutes of silence, nothing but the sounds of muffled laughter and voices filtered in from beneaththe door. Tiffany started laughing—hysterically. Out of fucking nowhere, my sister was now cackling like a mad woman with tears streaming down her face in what I could only assume was sadness; except her cheerful tone betrayed the likelihood of that idea.
“I suppose I finally know how it feels to win the lottery… How you must’ve felt when Rhylan chose you that night.” She rolled her head to the side, and when her eyes met mine, she smiled—no,beamedwith acceptance of our now mutually fucked up adventure. “We’ve completely lost our shit, haven’t we?”
“Oh yes, we have. At least, with good reason… right?”
There was something about these cowboys that made them so captivating. These guys were absolutely lethal, and it had me attracted like a wild game pheromone.
And while I’d accepted the fate of tying myself to Rhylan, there was still that small nagging part that cried out in warning of things to come.
“We’ll find out when you spill all those details you’ve been just dying to tell me over a bottle of wine, to commemorate my marriage. I’m assuming I’ll have to move in with him too, right?Play house?”
“That all depends… are you saying yes? You’re going to go through with this?”
We couldn’t all live in the same tiny rambler, so I guess… yeah. With Tiffany marrying Trent, she’ll move in with him—wherever he lives, and Rhylan, and I will live on his ranch;ourranch.
“Why not? I’m not getting any younger, and he—” Tiffany blew a long exhale before pushing off the wall and pivoting to look ather reflection in the mirror, eyes dropping to her bare left hand, fingertips resting on the resin wood vanity. “Can I give him hell?” There was a subtle smile that pulled at the corner of her lips.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. Daddy issues and all.”
We laughed together, taking time to reminisce about the past.Our past.Everything we’d been through; that got us here.
“Oh! Remember that time they called us the Wilde sisters?” Tiffany chuckled at the memory of a house party we crashed with a guy she’d only just started dating.
“How could I not? You nearly drove that poor girl’s face through the window.”
“Would’ve succeeded too if it weren’t for you holding me back. And the look on Tyler’s face—”
“Priceless.” I laughed as the vision of his face crossed my mind. Jaw hanging with the look of pure horror as his side piece got the shit kicked out of her by the smallest woman in the room.
“Fucking. Priceless.” My sister sighed with relief, remembering that she wasn’t as innocent as others portrayed her to be. “We were so unhinged back then…”
I placed my hands on her shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze of reassurance.
“You’ll be fine with Trent, Tiff.”
“I know… I know…” Her eyes fell to the floor once more as she bid her single, care-free life farewell, wondering where this next chapter would lead. She wasn’t making this decision for me; she was doing it forherself, and I expected nothing less.
The Wilde sisters, claiming their title once more.
Chapter 30
Rhylan
Justasthedoorshut behind the girls, Silas exploded into hysterical laughter, as if he’d been holding it in, while Trent’s face turned redder than a primed branding iron.
“There ain’t no fuckin’ way…” Trent groaned into his palm as he dragged a hand down the center of his face to refrain from backhanding Silas into last week.
“Oh, you’ve gotta love how shit always seems to come full circle around here. Never a dull fuckin’ moment.” Silas’s outburst shifted into mocking snickers as he attempted to compose himself enough to speak.
“One of you care to explain what’s so fuckin’ funny?” My eyes bounced between the two of them, confused as fuck, before landing on Trent, who now looked as though he were about to be sick.
