Page 86 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“There’s a reason the sheriff told her he better not find her on the road.”

Savannah crosses her legs and my mouth waters, eager to have them spread open for me. I love Dori, but in this moment I’m not thrilled with her interfering with Savannah and me. “I’m gonna go around her.”

Savannah throws her hand over mine on the steering wheel. “You’ll scare her and then who knows what will happen?”

I blow out a breath. “She’s making what should be a ten-minute trip a twenty-minute one. Where is she going? Northern Lights is the other way.”

We turn toward one another at the next stop. Yep, we both realized it at the same time.

“Why would she go to my house?” I ask.

Savannah bites her lip. “I don’t know, but should I call her and tell her we’re not there?”

“If she’d look in her rearview mirror once in a while, she’d know that.”

“Clearly she doesn’t use her mirrors.” Savannah points at her rear bumper, which has matching dents on each side.

“Clearly. But I’m really doubting whether I can keep it together for one of her lectures, knowing what—or who—is coming after.” I grin.

Savannah rolls her eyes then shrugs. “We have no choice at this point. We’ll have to wait until she leaves.”

We finally get out of downtown Lake Starlight and onto the rural roads where the speed limit is fifty-five, but we’re tailgating Dori at a whopping thirty-three miles per hour. My hands grip the steering wheel with my arms straight out in front of me, my back pushed against the leather seat.

I’m so annoyed. Savannah’s uncontrollable laughter at my sexual frustration isn’t helping. How many times did I want to pull that laugh out of her? But right now, it feels like fishing for hours and only catching seaweed.

She catches me side-glancing her and pokes my upper arm. “Come on. It’s funny.”

“You never find anything funny, but you finally give me the green light and your grandma ends up cockblocking me. I don’t see the humor.”

“That’s the funny part. And yeah, I’m laughing. I’ve laughed more these past three weeks than the entirety of last year.”

I smile at her, grab her hand, and once more kiss the inside of her wrist. I could easily become addicted to the small moan that escapes her every time I do it. “I’m glad I make you laugh.”

“I never said you made me laugh. I just said I’ve laughed. I could be laughing at you.”

I cock my head to the side when we stop at the last stop sign before my house.

“I’m kidding.” Her smile is like the first glimpse of the sun after a thunderstorm—refreshing and warm. To think I played a small role in pulling this woman out of her shell is humbling.

Dori speeds through the intersection. All we see are her taillights until she turns into my driveway, her back end fishtailing when her front tires hit the gravel.

“My only hope is that Denver’s here and can drive her home,” I say, driving past her car.

She’s stopped in the middle of the driveway, leaving me to pull across the grass to get to the garage. No way will I be wasting more time when she leaves by needing to move my car out of her way.

“He went out with Juno and Colton.”

I blow out an annoyed breath and turn off the engine. Savannah shifts to get out of the car, but I grab her thigh to stop her. “We’re in agreement, right?”

“What?” she says through a laugh.

“We get her out of here as soon as possible, and the minute she walks out the door, we flick the lock and get naked, right?”

She presses her lips to my cheek. “Deal. But the faster we talk to her, the faster we’re naked.”

“That’s why I like you so much. You’re smart.” I tap her temple, and she laughs again.

She opens the door, and we walk out of the garage. I’m a little concerned that Dori isn’t standing at the garage opening, waiting for us. She’s at the front door, her finger on the doorbell.

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