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“He is the best football player out there, so don’t take the loss too hard,” Hugh said, placing an arm around my shoulder.
“It’s fine.” I rolled my eyes and handed my racket to my sister before glaring at Cage. “You best sleep with one eye open.”
“Hey, remember that I played you first, and you gloated about beating me. Linc doesn’t gloat.”
“Please. He gloats so much he does it in his sleep!” I threw my hands in the air.
“Only when I have reason to gloat in my sleep, sweetheart.”
Cage and Hugh high-fived him, and I punched him in the shoulder.
“We’re leaving. I need to go check on the garden.”
My brothers both laughed because they found it hilarious that I was so invested.
“You should see it,” Lincoln said as he reached for my hand. “It’s taken off.”
Maddox and Georgia smirked at one another because they knew he’d been the reason it was currently a garden that could hold its own on any home and garden show. “She’s got a green thumb.”
Normally, I would call him out for covering for me, but I was annoyed with Cage, so I let this one go.
We said our goodbyes and drove to my house. We spent very little time there because, with Lincoln having a place on the water, along with an amazing home gym, it was the obvious choice most days.
But the garden was my thing. And yes, he’d had a watering system put in, so I didn’t need to be out there with the hose every day. But I liked to go choose some items from the garden that we could use for dinner or for breakfast the next day.
There was something very satisfying about growing the food that you ate.
When we pulled in front of my house, we both stared at the tall guy sitting on my front steps.
“Who the fuck is that?” Lincoln grumped.
“I don’t know. But let’s greet him a bit friendlier than that.”
I got out of the car, which earned me an eye roll from my boyfriend, who had hurried around to open my door.
“It’s not a goddamn race,” he said under his breath as he pinned me to the car. “But I do need to get you alone.”
“Did you forget that we have a stranger waiting for us a few feet away?” I said with a laugh.
He pulled back, and I patted my hair into place and walked toward the house. Our unknown visitor was standing up now, and the closer we got, the clearer it was that he was strikingly good-looking. He was tall, close in height to Lincoln, with broad shoulders and wavy brown hair, and he appeared to be in his early twenties, if not younger.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Lincoln.” He studied the man beside me, but not the way someone having a true fan moment would. This was different.
“Do I know you?” Lincoln asked. “Who the fuck were you expecting?”
I turned to look at Lincoln. The man was such a hothead when it came to people he didn’t know. “Turn it down a notch, Captain.”
“Are you Brinkley Reynolds?” the guy asked.
Lincoln stepped in front of me, wrapping his fingers around my wrist to keep me behind him. “Are you a fucking reporter?”
“Do I look like a fucking reporter?” The guy raised a brow with the same bad attitude as my boyfriend.
“I’m going to ask you one last time. Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?”
I stepped out of Lincoln’s grip to stand beside him.
The guy crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m Romeo Knight. I’m fairly certain that you’re my brother.”
