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There’s relief in the hint of smile she gives me. “Do you mind? I swear I won’t run off again.”
“Nah, no problem.” Except it sure as shit feels like a problem. I don’t want to let her out of my sight, but I need to chill the fuck out. “And even if you did run off, I know where you live, right?”
She accepts the forced joke with a quick nod. I step back, but even hugging the hallway wall I take up too much space and our arms brush. I jolt, and for a beat, her eyes meet mine before she passes.
Jesus, what is it about this girl?
I turn to follow but come up short when she stops with a gasp.
A redhead who can only be the sister is standing just inside the half-open front door, a guilty look on her face, and my teammate, Noel Nichols, grinning behind her.
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Liam
“Hey guys, we were just—” Stormy starts, but Nichols cuts in.
“Trying to listen in. We didn’t hear anything good, though. Too busy falling in love ourselves.” He steps up to the sister and slings an arm around her with a wink that has my wife’s mouth dropping open, the redhead’s eyes rolling, and my molars grinding together. “Dude, I’m taking Stormy’s sister here—”
“Misty,” the sister offers with an amused smile.
“—Misty, to Vegas with me. We’re getting married, celebrating with a hot chocolate-mini-marshmallow fountain, and doing all the shit you said no to. You’re off the island.”
This fucking guy.
At least he’s not pissed anymore, but there’s no room for relief because Stormy looks like her worst nightmare is coming true with her sister and me in the same space and the threat of what happened in Vegas last year getting out.
She turns to me with a panicked plea in her eyes, and the long-dormant protective beast inside me sits up for a stretch.
I raise a brow, silently asking if she wants the out and getting my answer in the barest nod.
Okay then.
Reaching for her arm, I return to the role of pushy fucker. “All I’m asking is for you to talk to me.”
She nods, quick to agree. “Fine. But not here.”
Misty’s jaw drops. “You’releaving?”
Stormy gives her a tight smile. “I’ll explain when I get back.”
Which is my cue. I turn to Nichols, leveling him with a warning glare. He’s a good guy. As close to a friend as I’ve got on the team, but he’s a world-class flirt, and I don’t want him getting any ideas about Stormy’s little sister.
Shit, my little sister-in-law. And that is fucking weird.
“An hour.”
He agrees, but his focus is clearly on Misty. “Yeah, man. Whatever you need.”
What I need is going to take more than an hour with my wife. It’s going to take a good lawyer.
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Stormy
My ears are ringing,and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating a solid five minutes ago, but somehow, I make it down to the car parked on the curb, now covered in a fine layer of snow.
And to think, this morning I believed my biggest problem was going to be figuring out how to tell my parents I’m leaving our family business.
