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“Teague does.”
His nostrils flared. “Beau doesn’t.”
She most certainly did not.
“Don’t get involved. She can handle herself.” I’d never seen Beau with that negative of a reaction to anyone, not even her father. But she didn’t need her brothers to intercede at this point.
“She’s my sister. I’m involved,” he growled.
I placed a hand on his chest. “Do it from a distance. You’ll be there if she needs you.”
He blinked at me as if the concept were foreign. It was hard to take a step back from the people we loved and let them handle things their own way. I had very little room to talk when it came to that.
“I don’t know how.”
I kissed his cheek. “Try to figure it out.”
He pulled me against him. “I had fun at the art class.”
My mouth dropped open. I’d witnessed moments of that, but with Lincoln’s frequent stone-like expression, it was hard to tell sometimes.
“You’re painting isn’t . . . that bad.” I snickered.
He scowled and gripped me tighter. “That wasn’t the point of the evening.”
“You’re right. Thank you for trying. It made Eric very happy.”
“What about you?”
I nodded, grateful that he also cared about my feelings. “Me too.”
“I don’t like to try new things.”
“Really? I’d have never guessed.” I grinned.
“You push my boundaries,” he continued, unaffected by my sarcasm. “I need that.”
I gripped the lapels of his coat. He had this ability to make me feel so much, not only with his words but his intensity.
“Comfort zones are overrated.”
“How about hellos?” He bent his head toward mine.
“Definitely. Unless they’re your version.”
“Good.”
His lips landed on mine before I could respond. It had been too long. His hellos never came at the typical times of a normal hello. They happened when Lincoln or I chose. And I liked the spontaneity of them.
This kiss held something different. Like we’d uncovered another layer of feelings to convey through it.
His touch melted everything else away. My mind could only focus on him. Ifeltso much, so acutely, as if it were too much for me to hold.
I leaned into him, needing his strength and support. Because whatever was happening inside of me was too much. Too much need. Too much want. Too much . . . everything.
Something broke loose inside me. I slid my hands around his neck in a frenzied motion and locked my fingers behind it. I kissed him back with all I had. Sparks fired in my brain. They set off a chain reaction in my body.
How? How does he make me feel all of this? With a hello?
