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“You live to make my life miserable, don’t you?”
Aidan shrugged as he poured the wine. “Mostly just the nights there’s nothing on Netflix.”
She kicked him under the table, but he was too fast.
“Behave, baby sister. Now tell me. Was Stella happy with the sales last night?” he asked.
Shit. Stella was one of her missed calls.
“Hmm, mmm,” she said around a mouthful of rice and chicken.
Aidan narrowed his eyes at her as he leaned his elbow on the table and kicked his legs out. “You haven’t talked to her?”
Tempted to lie, Amelia shoveled another mouthful in, then pointed her chopsticks down the hall and mumbled. “I whaz smacking schmuptlers.”
More shaking of his head.
“Bullshit. Who did you shag? And who do we need to kill now?” Aidan growled.
She pushed her empty carton away and wiped her mouth. “No one and no one. I was just creatively motivated today.”
Two out of her three statements were at least true. Calling what she and Jack had done, shagging, didn’t feel right in any case.
Passionate fucking, yes.
But it had been so much more seductive and erotic. There had been nothing fast and soulless about it.
“I’ll call her after I’ve showered,” Amelia added.
And reply to Jack’s text.
She took a moment to study her brother. “Why aren’t you at your creepy club?”
Amelia never asked many details about it, because,ew,Aidan liked the darker side of sex and frequented a private sex club. Amelia had a feeling he owned it.
She also knew Logan had gone there a few times before meeting Emma. Now, the two were getting married in January and, as far as she knew, it was in his past.
For Aidan, though, it seemed like a lifestyle.
She wasn’t sure he would settle down and marry like their eldest brother. Perhaps it wasn’t for either of them.
“Not in the mood. I’d rather hang with my sister,” he said as Amelia stood, taking her trash and dropping a kiss on his cheek on her way.
“Fine. Go turn on the TV while I shower. But I’m choosing the movie,” she said, cleaning up in the kitchen before heading down the hall to her bedroom. “And do not watch another episode of The Witcher as it messes up my viewing history.”
“Henry is short, by the way!” Aidan called out.
She laughed.
“He is not. I’ve met him,” Amelia mumbled privately to herself.
She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes, then before she stepped under the water, she lifted her phone and replied to Jack.
I’m covered in paint and plaster. Turns out you might be my muse. Looking forward to tomorrow.
Amelia pinned her hair up and then, just as she was about to step into the shower, her phone beeped.
Great. Now I’m picturing you naked and dirty.
