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I looked at Trev. “I hope you’re not really into this movie,” I whispered. “Because she can’t shut up and watch one. She’ll talk the entire time.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up to meet my eyes. “I’ve seen it enough times. It’s fine. Besides”—he glanced around me to look at them—“my dad looks so damn happy that I’m not sure I recognize him.”
“Yeah, Mom has that effect on men,” I told him, then turned my attention back to the screen.
“What’s that guy’s name who’s in charge?” Mom asked me.
“The don?”
She nodded, then turned back to Garrett. “She used to pretend the don was her dad.” Mom laughed.
Thanks, Mom. I wasn’t going to share that bit of information.
At least it was dark in here and my blush wouldn’t show.
“You like Don Vito?” Garrett asked me.
I nodded. “He’s the best part of the movie.”
Trev cleared his throat, and Garrett grinned, sitting back in his chair.
I turned to Trev. “You don’t agree?”
He shrugged. “I’m a fan of Michael. It focuses on him turning into a badass. That’s the point.”
“He is ruthless,” I pointed out.
Trev grinned. “Like I said, badass.”
I gave him an amused grin and reached for more popcorn.
“Did you go swimming? I saw Saxon and some others leaving when we arrived,” Mom asked.
I shook my head.
“We could go tonight,” she said, smiling, then turned to Garrett. She whispered in his ear and then did that thing where she curled up close to talk more.
When she stood up, she gave me a smile and a little wave, then followed him out of the door.
Yep, she was going to either get hurt or get married. Mom was in love.
Thirteen
Trev
The damn horse was a mistake. Frustrated, I took off my Stetson and ran a hand through my sweaty hair before putting it back on my head. Getting this horse to calm the fuck down was impossible. He was two years old and should be more controllable. I didn’t give a shit who his sire was. This wasn’t a winner.
Glaring at the practice jockey, Eddie, I waited for him to get to me.
“He’s a waste of goddamn time,” I said with disgust.
Eddie glanced back at him. “He’s got potential, but he’s picky. Maybe we need to try another rider.”
Eddie knew more about this shit than me. Hell, two years ago, I hadn’t had anything to do with this side of the family business. Dad had forced me into it last year, and now, here I was, invested.
“Still throws me for a loop when I see you in a hat, talking about horses,” Sax said from behind me.
I turned to look at him.
“Yeah, throws me too,” I replied.
“Still having issues with Trigger?” he asked.
“Yeah. Think we could borrow Tim?” I asked him. Tim was the practice jockey they kept at Moses Mile full-time. “We’ve tried Eddie, Hill, and Darcy. I’m out of jockeys to try.”
Sax nodded. “Yeah. I’ll send him over.”
I turned to walk back toward the stables, and Sax fell in step beside me.
“Haven’t heard from you all week. Wanted to make sure you were alive.”
I smirked. “Between working with this damn horse and being the best damn friend Gypsi’s ever had, there hasn’t been much time for anything else.”
“Gypsi still here?” he asked me.
He was trying to sound like he didn’t care. But he did. I didn’t like that he cared.
“No. She and her mom went back to that fucking camper they live in three days ago. Dad has been a damn monster since Fawn left. He hates the camper. But Fawn doesn’t want Gypsi there alone and told Dad that she isn’t after his house and money. She just wants him. And she thinks them staying here is unfair to him.” I laughed, thinking about how messed up that woman was making him.
“You think he’s going to marry her?”
As much as I wished he weren’t—simply because I was afraid it would make shit with Gypsi harder—I nodded. “I can’t remember ever seeing him this gone over a woman. Neither has Blaise.”
“Wow,” he replied.
If he was thinking that Gypsi being my stepsister meant he was going to get a chance at her, that wasn’t the case. At least not until I got over this thing I had for her. Then, it would be fine. If Sax wanted to do the relationship thing with her, I didn’t care. Or at least I wanted to think I wouldn’t care. If it was any other girl I wouldn’t care. So I shouldn’t care if it was Gypsi.
Except my hands were fisting like I cared. Whatever. I just needed to fuck her. That was all this was. No girl had made me wait before. Made me work for it. Typically, I smiled at them, and they dropped to their knees and sucked my dick.
“What’re your plans this evening?” he asked me.
