Page 14 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“Where are your brothers?”

Her grin widened as she stepped between my legs. My hands dropped to her hips.

“They are going home with their dates,” she told me. “I’m off the hook.”

“So, you’re free?”

“I’m all yours.”

5

Harley

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

I’d had every opportunity to walk away, but I hadn’t taken them. Hadn’t wanted to take them. I wanted to go home with Chase. I’d regret it forever if I didn’t see where this was going.

Not that my brothers would see it that way. Well, they didn’t know what had happened out in the vineyards. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them.

Thankfully, Whitt had left with Eve while I was out. He was more overbearing about that sort of thing. But West had noticed that we’d both disappeared. He’d grabbed me before I left and told me not to even think about it. I’d laughed and told him I was going home. He was going home with Nora. Why should he care?

Of course, I’d thought that I was going home when I said that.

I hadn’t expected to find Chase sitting on the shiny red Porsche my brothers had been drooling over. Somehow, in the full parking lot, we’d ended up right next to each other. It felt as serendipitous as the rest of the evening. I’d had no choice.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t a little nervous. Even though we’d clicked immediately. There hadn’t been a single moment of nerves when we were together.

This was out of character for me.

I’d dated people in high school. Obviously, I wasn’t a virgin. Since that was a concept that I didn’t even believe in. It was a culture morality norm that had been forced upon us. Nothing changed when we had sex. No way was I going to act like I was losing anything. Fuck that.

But…the guys I’d been interested in were always West’s and Whitt’s friends. Guys who were years older than me.

When I’d been seventeen, it was fine for me to be into the twenty-three-year-old guys who hung out with my brothers of the same age. But none of them had ever acted on it.

And it was impossible for me, after all that time with older guys, to look at the guys my age and not see dumb, drooling Neanderthals. Boys my age were unsupervised toddlers. I couldn’t deal with any of their stupidity.

Chase was nothing like those guys.

He was fun and funny. He had good taste in music. A fucking insane car. He wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted. Even when I’d had to reject him, he hadn’t been all butthurt, like guys my age. He’d just asked for more time. Time I wanted to give to him. Time I wanted to use to see where this was going.

But I was glad that I had my car, just in case.

I parked it out front of his house on the north side of town.

And by house, I meant mansion.

I should have expected it when we drove into Rush. It was a neighborhood that had been around since the ’50s, and all the huge houses had been gutted and totally renovated from top to bottom. I’d gone with friends to a party over here, and I still couldn’t believe that they weren’t all worth a million dollars or more. In Seattle, these houses would have gone for eight figures, easy.

His house was absolutely one of them. The place was fucking enormous. It had a three-car garage with exterior lighting, immaculate landscaping, and aged oaks in the front yard. I couldn’t even imagine what it looked like on the inside. I still wasn’t used to everything in Texas being bigger.

Chase pulled his Porsche into one of the garage spaces and waited for me as I grabbed my purse and headed up the driveway. He pocketed his keys and straightened his suit as I approached.

“Nice place,” I said.

He shrugged. “Thanks. That’s what happens when your family is in real estate.”

He pulled open the door through the garage and let me step in first. He flipped the light on, and I barely kept my jaw from hitting the floor. My brother’s houses were pretty impressive, all things considered, but this was something else entirely. This was sleek and sophisticated with dark wood beams, coordinated furniture that fit but wasn’t too matchy-matchy, and an entire wall of records.

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