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“What the . . .?”
I held up the thong and smiled. The thought of Peyton leaving my room this morning without underwear made my dick hard. I stowed them away in my suitcase and made a mental note to ensure I returned them to her.
A knock sounded on the door, and I ran a hand through my damp hair. Was it Peyton coming back for her underwear? Maybe she left them on purpose so she’d have to come back and see me. However, it wasn’t her on the other side when I opened the door. It was my sister with a devilish grin on her face.
“Reagan,” I said.
She sauntered in past me. “I hear you had a fun-filled night of debauchery after my wedding.” She twirled around to face me. “Care to tell me what the hell you were thinking?”
“Like it’s any of your business,” I said, matching her smirk. “Peyton and I are allowed to do whatever we want.”
Reagan’s brows lifted. “That may be true, but I doubt my husband will see it that way. You always gave him shit for just flirting with me, and now here you are, messing around with his little sister.”
“She’s a grown-ass woman,” I countered.
She placed her hands on her hips. “She’s also my best friend. If you hurt her in any way, I’ll beat your ass.”
I laughed. “Good luck with that. Something tells me Peyton can handle herself.”
Reagan’s smile widened. “That she can. She’s also a stubborn ass which is why I have a huge favor to ask you.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Her smile faded. “Peyton’s flying home today alone. Braden and I decided to take a honeymoon, so we can’t go with her.”
“Alone?” I snapped. “Has she lost her fucking mind?”
Our parents had left Vegas the morning after the fights, so they weren’t around either. Peyton’s parents had entrusted all of us to keep her safe. I’ve seen pictures and videos of how crazy things can get when Peyton’s out in the public. Hell, I saw it firsthand last night when we walked The Strip. If she wasn’t surrounded by a group of MMA fighters, I couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened.
“She has,” Reagan answered. “I don’t want her stepping foot in that airport alone.”
I held up a hand. “She won’t. I’ll handle it.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Does that mean you’ll be her bodyguard?”
“It does.” I tried not to let my grin show just how much I was going to enjoy what I was about to do. Judging by the twinkle in Reagan’s eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing by coming to me, especially after knowing what happened between Peyton and me last night.
Reagan beamed. “Great. You might want to hurry and figure everything out before she leaves, though.”
I walked over and grabbed my phone off the desk in the corner. “Got it. I know what I’m going to do.”
“Thanks, brother. I know you weren’t planning on leaving Vegas for another week.”
“It’s okay,” I said, walking back to her. “Being Peyton’s bodyguard will be . . . interesting.”
She snorted. “Not for Peyton. I think she’s done with you.”
“Eh, maybe so.” I shrugged. “Either way, it’ll be an adventure. She’ll be all mine for that four-and-a-half-hour drive.”
Reagan opened her arms and hugged me. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”
Yes, I do.
“Have fun on your honeymoon wherever you’re going.”
Reagan squeezed me once more and let go. “Thanks. We’re going to Colorado. It’ll be nice to see some snow.”
I stepped back so I could look at her face. She was happy, which made me happy for her, even if she did marry one of my best friends. “Don’t worry about Peyton. I’ll take care of her.”
