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“Hold still or I’m gonna prick you.” I walk into the house and find Maisie standing on the coffee table while Savannah kneels in front of her and pins the hem of the skirt she’s wearing.
“It looks like Dolly Parton threw up in here,” I growl as I march past them toward the office that I’ve been summoned to by my brother.
“Whatcha wantin’?” I close the door behind me when I see that Wade’s already here.
“We need to talk?” Garrett takes a seat behind his desk and does his best to look authoritative, though from where I’m standing he looks a little on edge.
“Are you seriously gonna let Leonard take Savannah to the dance tonight?” Wade chimes in, and the frustration I can hear in his voice does nothing to shimmer down my own.
“Yes, he is,” Garrett shocks the hell outta me when he answers for me.
“What?” Wade looks as stunned as I am as we both stare at our older brother. “You told me we were gettin’ him in here for an intervention.”
“We are. And now you're both together, I’m gonna make you aware of a situation that I should have told you about last week.”
“What kinda situation?” I slouch back into one of the chairs opposite him and fold my arms.
“Harvey Marston is in town,” Garrett admits. “Has been for some time,” he adds sheepishly.
“And you're just telling us about this now?” Wade sounds pissed, real fuckin’ pissed.
“I only found out last week after Noah got into it with Leonard at Cahoots. Harvey found out about it because he’s watchin’ us. He’s always fuckin’ watchin’, and he’ll be watchin’ tonight. So if you haven’t got the balls to ask that girl to the dance yaself, you’re gonna stay at home and bear the fuckin’ consequences.” My older brother’s finger points at me warningly. “I don’t want any trouble tonight. This family has been through enough without us having to worry about pissing Harvey off.”
“That was my intention anyway.” I hold my hands up. I had no intention of ruining Savannah and Leonard’s date tonight. In fact, I’ve spent the past week tryin’ not to think about it.
“Good, that means you can help me and Leia take care of the triplets.” Wade slaps me on the back encouragingly.
“Wait… What?”
“There are three of them and three of us, I feel way more comfortable with that ratio,” he informs me.
“Are you telling me that you ain’t going to this dance thingy? It’s got your name all over it.”
“I also got a pregnant girlfriend who is usually asleep by 9 pm,” he points out. “It’s important for the campaign that Maisie and Garrett show their faces, and Maisie ain’t gonna leave those babies with anyone else but us after…” Wade shuts himself up and looks at Garrett guiltily.
“That’s settled then.” Garrett nods his head.
“I ain’t spending my Saturday night babysitting.” I look across the table at him as if he’s lost his damn mind.
“Let’s be honest, Cole, you don’t got no better plans. AndI’mthe one who’s gonna be doin’ the babysittin’. Garrett wants you here so I can make sure you don’t get any stupid ideas,” Wade lays it all out.
“What kinda ideas?” I look at him suspiciously.
“The kind that would have you turnin’ up at the dance and teachin’ Leonard Mason a new kinda do-si-do,” Wade answers, thinkin’ he’s fuckin’ clever.
“I told you both, that ain’t gonna happen.” I get up from the chair and head toward the door. I’m tired of this bullshit already.
“Don’t forget to bring snacks,” Wade calls after me, and I ignore him as I slam the door to the office shut.
I don’t expect to come face to face with Savannah, who’s heading for the stairs with the skirt Maisie was just wearing draped over her arm. But there she is right in front of me.
“I was just taking the hem on this up ready for tonight,” she explains, looking up at me through her lashes and blushing in that way that sets me wild.
She seems timid and a total contradiction to the girl who yelled at me out in the yard last week. It makes me wanna grab her and hold her hostage so she can’t go anywhere with that cocky Mason asshole.
“You going?” she asks, trying her best to be friendly.
“You wouldn’t catch me there dead.” I barge past her and head for the door, refusing to look back in case temptation gets the better of me.
