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“Thank you.”
“I’m Waylon, the less obnoxious twin.” He nods at her with his arms crossed, and she smiles in return.
“Nice to meet you,” Laney replies, glancing between the twins and then me.
“Sorry,” I mouth, and her face reddens.
“How do you know Ayden?” Wilder asks.
“That’s none of your business,” I bark, then stand from my chair. “We were just leavin’.”
Laney gets to her feet and grabs our empty plates.
“Too bad.” Wilder’s gaze lowers down her body, and I’m tempted to remove his eye sockets so he stops eye-fucking her. “Maybe I’ll see you ’round later, then.”
Laney places the dishes in the tub, then I guide her toward the exit. When she’s ahead, I slam my shoulder into Wilder’s.
“I was just being polite,” he offers.
“Well, don’t,” I grind out, keeping my voice low so Laney doesn’t overhear.
“Wilder hates when a hot girl is off-limits to him. You just put a bounty on her.” Waylon chuckles. He’s well aware of his brother’s antics.
We all are.
“Well, he better get used to it. Laney’s leavin’ soon, but either way, she’s not available.”
“To anyone or just me?” Wilder waggles his brows like the shit starter he is.
“Especiallyyou.”
I shove him out of my way once again, then meet Laney at the door.
“I take it you don’t like them,” she whispers.
Opening my truck door, I motion for her to get in. Then I round the front and hop in my seat.
“They’re fine, but Wilder’s a womanizer. He sees a woman and thinks she’s a hot piece of ass for him to play with until he gets bored and moves on to the next. I had to put him in his place before he got any ideas.”
She snorts, and I reverse out of my parking spot.
“What’s funny?” I ask.
“Just thinkin’ how nothing’s changed with you.”
When I get onto the main road, I glance at her. Her hair’s pulled off to one shoulder, exposing her delicate neck—the one I used to cover in hickeys just to tease her.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You were the same way in high school.”
“How so?”
“Always actin’ like my big protector as if I couldn’t have put that James Dean wannabe in his place.”
Chuckling at her description of Wilder, I think about how she’s not wrong.
“Perhaps, but he would’ve counted that as foreplay. Wilder is exactly what his name implies.”
