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He shrugs. “I have ways.”
“You mean you’re spying on me,” I state.
“I mean gossip always has a way of moving fast through certain circles.”
“Well, now you’ve seen for yourself that it’s true.”
He studies me with that ever-present fool’s grin. “What made you do it? She’s insanely hot, but didn’t you think her daddy”—he draws a line across his throat and drops his head to the side, his tongue hanging out—“offed Kate.”
And this is why I hate my own brother. Why I’ll never confide in him that it was me who had Thomas killed or the real reason I have Skye in my home.
“That’s in the past,” I say. “Thomas is dead now anyway. And like you said, she’s insanely hot.”
“So, how is she?” He waggles his brows and my scowl deepens. “She looks like she’s a hellcat in bed.”
“Landon,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose the way I tend to do when something really annoys me. “I have a lot on my plate today. If that was all you needed—”
“Actually, there is something else.” He sits up and lifts his hand to me, displaying the Maxton House ring on his finger. “I want to take a couple of friends to the auction Saturday and need you to add them to the guest list.”
“You want to take a couple of friends to Maxton House,” I repeat. “It isn’t some fucking bar you take a couple of friends to for drinks.”
“Yet somehow, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Landon leans back in his chair with his hands locked behind his head and gives me a condescending smirk.
“Fine. But do it next week. This weekend, I have an important client and I can’t have your drunk frat boys to worry about.”
“Frat boys.” He laughs. “We’re not in university anymore.”
“Yet somehow, that’s exactly what you behave like,” I say, borrowing his words. “Next week. If you must intrude into our business, do it then.”
“This Saturday.” He leans forward, doing his best to appear threatening. “Don’t forget, little brother, I can come with or without your permission. But I’d rather not cause a scene.”
The throbbing at my temples that always accompanies Landon begins to form. I clench my jaw, partly from the tension caused by the fury his threat evokes.
“Fine,” I say. “But you’ll follow the rules. The second they get rowdy, they’re out. And I won’t give a fuck about scenes.”
“You won’t even know we’re there.” As he stands, he makes a waving motion with both hands, the kind a magician does after a disappearing act. “See you later, little brother.”
“Landon.” I stop him before he exits. “Have you received any threatening letters?”
“Why the fuck would anyone threatenme?” He salutes me and leaves.
The better question is, whynothim?
* * *
When I step into my bedroom, I find Skye staring out the window, her arms crossed over her chest. “You didn’t carve his eyes out.”
I smirk. “Not yet.”
She peeks over her shoulder at me, then turns fully, her gaze following me as I move to the leather chair across from the bed. I unzip my pants and release my already hard cock before I sit.
“Come,” I say to her.
She obeys like I knew she would, stopping right in front of me.
The thing is, just because I didn’t hurt Landon doesn’t mean I was able to shake off the aggression. My nerves still tense when I recall the image of his hand on her.
He touched what’s mine and I have the sudden urge to wipe her skin of him.
