Page 151 of Forever Relentless

My phone started ringing. With a sigh, I answered and didn’t even try to pretend. “Mason—”

“Did I or did I not tell you to stay away from my sister?”

“Yeah, you did.” I held her look of outrage with my own look of acceptance.

“And did I or did I not hear you tell me that wouldn’t be a problem?”

I squirmed under the hotness of her stare. “Well . . . I can’t remember what I said exactly . . .” I remembered exactly what I’d said.

“I will fuck you up, Matthews.”

Okay, enough with the bullshit. “We’re adults. Consenting ones. Back off.”

The line went silent, and then he chuckled, and it was not friendly.

“Deal’s off.” He hung up.

“Shit.” I dropped my phone on my lap and looked up at the ceiling. White paint in here.

“You told Mason you’d stay away?”

I glanced at her. “Look, you can’t be pissed at that, and pissed that I was behind the posts. Pick one and commit. You can’t get both.”

“That just . . . It doesn’t work like that.”

“Today it does.” I got up and walked to the bedroom. I turned back. “Do you regret last night?”

“Now I do.”

“Fuck off, B.” I started buttoning my shirt. “Before this sibling back and forth, did you wake up this morning with any regrets? When I took you back to bed and fucked you again, did you regret it?”

She didn’t make eye contact. “No.”

“Good. That’s all you need to remember.”

I shoved my feet into my shoes. Grabbed my suit jacket and headed to the door. “For the record, I don’t either. Remember that when you spiral later.”

“Where are you going?”

“Your brother is volatile. He will likely fuck this up just because he can. So I’m off to do damage control because it’s not just me he’ll take down with him.”

“Hadley,” she said with understanding.

“Unless you know how to put the pin back in the grenade that is Mason, then yeah, I need to get to Hadley before this fucks her over.” I opened the door and looked back at her. “I mean it. You and me, however, not over. I’ll talk to you later.”

I hurried down the stairs and into the next building, climbing them to get to Hadley’s door.

I knocked three times before I heard movement. Dust opened the door and looked completely surprised to see me.

“What’s happening? I was sleeping.”

“Yeah, weren’t we all,” I grumbled, walking inside and covering my eyes just in case. “Hadley, you decent?”

“Define decent?”

Despite myself, I smiled. “Can I lower my hand, or are you indisposed?”

Her hand pulled mine down. She was in sleep shorts and a loose T-shirt. “Hi.”