Page 89 of Trip Through Your Wires

“How many weeks until Charleston?” she asks.

“A few,” I reply with a laugh, and give my cock a tug. “What are you wearing?”

“Alright then,” she laughs. “Phone sex it is.”

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I’m on the couch upstairs, taking a nap, when Cruz and Ellery make it home the next day. “I’m in here,” I call out sleepily when I hear them come through the door. “So don’t fuck on the stairs.”

Cruz laughs and strolls into the living room, Ellery in tow. “So,” she smiles, “I got the full report from Jenica last night. Now it’s your turn.”

I sit up and scrub my hand down my face. “Don’t you need to unpack?”

“Nope.” She waves a dismissive hand toward the stairs. “That can wait. This cannot.”

I yawn and lean back, stretching my arms overhead. “Flight was good, the drive was fine, and I had a nice home-cooked meal.”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods. “And?”

“And what?” I drop my arms back down.

“It must have gone well because Jenica told me you stayed over.”

“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s the hospitable thing to do when someone comes all the way down to check on you.”

“You didn’t have to stay.” She comes over and plops down on the couch next to me. “Your return ticket was for that night.”

“Yeah, and I fell asleep on the couch after I got there.”

“You did?” Her brows push up.

“Yeah, little sis, I did. After spending the night at the airport thanks to my flight being delayed, and the drive when I did finally get there, I was a little wiped.”

“Sorry,” she smiles sheepishly. “Can I make it up to you with a latte?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “you can because airport coffee sucks.”

She pushes up and claps. “You got it. Let’s go to the kitchen, I want to hear all about your visit.”

I look at Cruz and he’s watching her with a smile on his face. “Can that wait?”

“What?” She looks at him innocently. “You had me to yourself all weekend. Now, it’s time for a little big brother, little sister talk.”

“Yeah,” he shakes his head, “well this brother wants to take a nice, long shower with his sister.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs. It’s nice to see the issue that kept them apart for two years is now a joke. It should have been that way all along. They’re not related. Their parents met and married after tragedy struck their lives, resulting in Cruz and Ellery living under the same roof for a few years in high school, that’s it.

No one batted an eye when in-laws met and fell in love. In fact, I once saw a talk show that said it was more common than people think. Not to mention, the south wasn’t the best for side-eyeing relationships that weren’t the norm. In fact, wasn’t there a passage in the Bible that says something about if your brother dies you’re supposed to marry your sister in law, or some shit? I’m not religious, but they are in the south, and well, people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones and all.

Ellery presses up on her toes and gives him a kiss. “I am going to make Jake a latte and we are going to talk. I will be up later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he groans.

“Just toss all my clothes into the laundry basket,” she adds breezily.

“Alright,” he lifts his chin at me. “Talk later brother.”

“You want me to bring you something on the way up?” she calls out as he makes his way to the entry.

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