Page 52 of Mr. Risky

“You’re a bitch,” I said flatly. “Don’t contact me ever again. Our friendship is over. I wouldn’t marry your trash limp-dick brother if you paid me.”

“How dare you!”

She raised her hand to slap me across the face, ready to grind that massive bigass rock on her finger into my mouth. But I hadn’t spent all my childhood dodging my granny’s slaps for nothing.

I sidestepped her and gave it right back.

Smack. A nice big open-faced slap right across her cheeks.

“I don’t want your fake charity, and this was obviously never a real opportunity for me. So shut your mouth. If you won’t stop Hayden, I’ll find some way to.”

Pippa looked stunned as she nursed her beet-red cheek, but she was too scared to try that again.

“Just stay away from my husband!” she screeched.

“Or what?” I snapped.

And then I left her.

Chapter Fifteen

It summed up what Pippa thought about me, that was for damn sure.

Just a piece of meat for her brother. Not important enough to even protect from him literally watching me change.

When I got back outside, the wind had picked up but the Sirens were still playing, their notes getting almost instantly swallowed up in the furious, howling wind. The waves pounded the beach with heavy, foaming spray.

“You all need to stop!” I cried out. “Just leave, because this insane family won’t ever call of the performance.”

The Hollingsworth security was starting to mutter to each other, but if it got the Sirens to leave, it was worth it. I started to stomp off back to my guesthouse, when Granger grabbed my arm.

“Come in here,” he said, gesturing across the lawn to the luxury pool house.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hissed back. “Right in the middle of everything? And what if someone comes in and finds us?”

But Granger was already pulling me inside.

“What if—" I squealed as he gathered me into his arms, and Granger grinned at me.

With the gleeful expression on his face he looked otherworldly, fae, like a changeling from a different world.

“Good.”

“And besides, I’m soaking wet,” I protested as he bent to kiss me. “Chamberlain is going to get everyone killed if he doesn’t call off this performance. I swear the old man really thinks he can survive a hurricane.”

“Well, he’s not gonna get you killed. I don’t care who else gets killed. Now kiss me.”

I could feel his heart pounding.

Something different was in him, a wild, reckless excitement. That was Granger all over. A risky devil.

“You love me, don’t you, songbird?” he asked, his big hand resting on my belly now, cradling the tiny bean inside.

“Yes,” I said, not knowing if I hated myself for doing so. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sosie.”

“Even though you’ve been having sex with your wife this whole time?” I asked jealously.