Page 58 of A Major Puck Up

“Millie.”

I drop to my knees, the warm water hitting my back, and look up at Gavin. Already, I can tell he’s losing the fight. His brown eyes are hooded as he looms over me, water running over his shoulders and dripping down his black lashes.

“You’re going to get us both in so much trouble, Peaches.”

“What are the odds that we’d both end up in Paris?” my father says to Gavin for the second time tonight.

Gavin nods and runs a hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing the fabric. “Should have coordinated better, minimized our carbon footprint.”

Sienna snorts. “Since when do either of you care about that?”

Whiskey in hand, Dad shakes his head.

Gavin laughs a little defensively. “I do care.”

“Right.” Sienna hums. “Tell me again, dear brother. Why are you here?” She eyes him over the rim of her martini glass, one brow raised in suspicion.

She and Cat, the owner of Jolie who originally hired me, both insist I drink dirty martinis along with them, but I still prefer my peach margaritas. I’m not sure what they like about the drink. Tastes like dirty water to me.

With a shrug, Gavin settles back in his chair and sips from his own whiskey glass.

Nerves skitter through me and, eager to find a safer topic, I look at Gabe. For a guy who never shuts up, he’s being ridiculously mute tonight.

“Gabe, didn’t you want to tell Sienna about the new color you saw Hermes using?”

Gabe has an elbow planted on the table and his chin in his hand, watching Gavin. “We shouldn’t talk about work, Millie.”

Ass. He’s loving watching me squirm. I kick him beneath the table and shoot him a look when he finally glares at me.

Sienna hums. “Yeah, we can talk about that tomorrow. Tell me, Gav, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t a guy come visit his sister?”

“Considering you visited me just last month, I’m surprised.” Her gaze turns to me. “Does your brother visit you that much, Millie?”

I shrug. “Um, sure. Maybe.”

My father laughs. “Has your brother been here once?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say. Once. Last summer. But who’s counting?

The pianist returns from his break and launches right into a song. I try to relax and enjoy it, but I can’t quite get comfortable.

While sneaking around has been exciting, and I enjoyed our little shower game, this is not fun. I don’t actually want to get caught. Especially like this. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to tell my dad about Gavin, but it isn’t tonight. Dinner went smoothly, but now that we’ve each had a couple of drinks, looser lips are making everyone more daring. What exactly does Sienna know?

“You going to sing for us?” Gabe asks, probably thinking he’s being helpful by diverting the focus of our conversation. Of course, when he finally decides to step up, he makes everything so much worse. Because if I have another secret as big as my relationship with Gavin, it’s my singing.

“Oh, Millie girl doesn’t sing anymore,” my dad says when I don’t respond. “Though you did have a beautiful voice when you were a kid.” He smiles at me, his eyes going soft. “I used to love when you’d play the piano and make up songs. Not so sure her brothers loved it, though,” he adds.

Gavin frowns, sitting forward again. “You don’t sing anymore?”

I sigh. “Here and there I do, I guess.”

Gabe laughs. “If ‘here and there’ means every night we’re not working late.”

Sienna raises her brows. “Really? You been hiding a talent from us?”

More like hiding the real me from everyone except Gavin and possibly Gabe.

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