I snort.
Both of them whip around.
“You slept on the couch,” Sebastian grumbles at the same time Andrea chirps, “Morning, sleepy head! You up for a ride?”
Not only is she here— meaning she read my journaland miraculously isn’t put off by the horror show that is the inside of my skull— but she wants to take me on a… ride? My foggy brain takes way too long to connect the dots. The helmet and right behind her, parked in the drive, is a murdered-out sport bike.
“Holy shit, church girl, that’syours?”
Sebastian scowls. Andrea preens.
“Cade, meet Lillith. Isn’t she gorgeous?”
I bite my lip on a grin and slide my gaze from the bike to Andrea. “Sure is, but her rider is more my type.”
“Didn't you say assholes are your type?” She teases.
I shrug. “I like ‘em mean.”
She shakes her head, smirking. My stepbrother doesn’t seem as amused. He marches over to me and thrusts an iced coffee in my hand. I take it on reflex. Not because it’s thoughtful. Or because it smells fucking incredible. When his fingers brush back my hair, I tell myself to flinch away, but for some reason, I let him do it.
“Go inside and relax, baby.”
My mouth opens to tell him to go inside and choke on his own dick when Andrea smacks the helmet into his chest. “I told you already, we’re going to the Poached Egg.”
Sebastian’s nostrils flare. “And I toldyoualready, he’s not getting on that death trap.”
“I could fuck up some pancakes,” I tell her.
She punches the air in victory, then punches Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Suck it!”
My stepbrother’s callused thumb and finger pinch my chin, forcing me to meet his hardened stare.
“I can make you breakfast.”
“No thanks.”
“I’ll drive you then.”
“No.”
His jaw flexes. “That thing is dangerous.”
“I don’t care.”
“Ido.”
“Yoooohoooo!” Andrea calls, tapping her chunky boot impatiently. “I’m getting hangry and you know what happens when I get hangry? I get violent.Reeeeallyviolent. So it's in everyone's best interest to hurry the fuck up.”
I laugh, “But you’re cute when you’re mad.”
She props the helmet on her hip. “Murdering you both in a hanger spree isn’t cute.”
“Alright, alright, but if you feel stabby, murder this asshole first,” I say, hooking my thumb at Sebastian.
He huffs.
