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“I insist,” Artie says. The girl hesitates, glancing at me once.
“Don’t worry, it’s not laced with chloroform,” I say, trying not to smile.
Artie scowls. “Ollie, that’s enough.”
I put my hands up. “Fine. It’s not like we couldn’t have just overpowered you in the bathroom.”
“Ollie,” Artie warns again, his voice rising this time.
“He’s right,” comes the meek voice of the girl.
I smirk at her. She’s not as weak as I assumed. She has sass.
The girl takes the tee from Artie and puts it on. My gaze lands on my brother’s jeans, and I swear I see his dick twitch. He may be trying to act all high and mighty, but this girl has the same effect on him as she does on me.
The thought makes me chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Artie asks.
I shrug. “Nothing.”
While he continues to glare at me, he adjusts his pants.
The girl picks up her suitcase and puts it on the bed. She starts to throw the few pieces of clothing that were lying on the bed into the suitcase in a hurry. “I’ll be out before any of you know.”
“It’s alright,” Artie says, giving me a look of panic. At first I don’t understand, but then realize—we slashed her tires. There’s no way she’s getting off the mountain tonight.
“I’m really sorry for this debacle,” the girl is saying.
“It’s fine,” Artie says. “I told you, it’s fine.” He sends me another desperate look. What am I supposed to do?
“Artie, right? Artie Lewis?” the girl says, her arms huddled around her. “You’re the host. I sent you a text before I came here.”
“I never got it,” Artie admits.
There’s a sound of something crashing downstairs. I look up at Artie who has panic written all over his features. Ed.
“What’s happening?” Susan asks, her brows furrowing in concern.
“That’s our brother, Ed,” Ollie says.
“Wow, he really hates me,” she remarks.
This isn’t the first time Ed has been in one of his moods.
“I’ll handle it,” I say, not feeling very confident about it. More crashing downstairs.
“He’s really upset, isn’t he?” the girl asks.
“Yep,” I say, dragging out the word. Artie and I walk on eggshells around our brother.
“In hindsight, I probably should have waited till you answered me before I booked the place,” she admits.
“Yeah that would have saved us a few pieces of furniture,” I say jokingly. “Ed better not be going after the wicker chair I built last week.”
“Ollie, not right now,” Artie says, sounding tired.
“So, you’re all brothers?” the girl says.
