Page 12 of Flipping the Script

“That’s totally what I heard.” Adam shot me a lopsided grin.

“You’re annoying.”

“I know.” He batted his eyelashes at me. “And you know how much worse I can be.”

“What is it, and why do you need me to bring it up to your cabin?” I asked Hannah, relenting.

“You’re the best.” She beamed a big smile at me. “It’s just some stuff to open it up for the season. Adam was going to drive it up while I went back to work, but your pops called and needs him to cover the office while he meets with one of his suppliers.”

“Fine.” Standing, I put my phone away. “But you owe me.”

“Thank you!” Hannah darted forward and hauled me down to peck a kiss against my cheek. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Where are they?”

“In my car.” Adam pulled his keys out of his pocket. “Ready to grab them?”

I nodded and fell into step behind him. This wasn’t how I’d planned on spending my day off, but at least the drive should be nice.

I was in a foul mood when I pulled my truck to a stop in front of Hannah’s family cabin.

I hadn’t been up here in almost five years, and the drive was nothing like I remembered. The roads were shit, and several stretches were nothing more than dirt paths with huge potholes and parts that looked like they’d been washed away at some point. The signage was mostly hidden, making it nearly impossible to see if you didn’t know exactly where to look, and my GPS kept trying to redirect me to a roundabout route that would have added almost twenty minutes to the hour-long drive and taken me on what looked like a path right into the nearby lake.

Needless to say, Adam and Hannah owed me big.

Putting the truck in park, I shut down the engine and took a deep breath, looking up at the cabin in front of me.

It wasn’t big like most of the cottages in the area, but it sat on a massive plot of land that made the remote location even more isolated. The building itself was two stories tall and had a sharply peaked roof, a dark wood exterior, a ton of windows, and a large wraparound porch with a balcony in the back. There was also a firepit and barbeque area to the left and a covered hot tub and outdoor shower on the right.

Movement on the left side of the cabin caught my attention. Sebastian stood on the deck near the firepit, his arms crossed as he stared at my truck.

What the hell?

Adam had mentioned that Sebastian was helping them open up the cabin, but he hadn’t said anything about him being here now.

Fucking perfect.

With a disgruntled sigh, I pushed my door open and climbed out.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, jumping down from the deck.

The long, silky basketball shorts and worn white tank top he had on should have made him look unkempt and sloppy. Instead they emphasized his lean muscles and the mass of tattoos covering his arms, chest, back, and most of his sides. His jet-black hair gleamed under the sun, and his hazel eyes were suspicious as he came to a stop in front of me.

“Is that any way to greet someone who did you a favor?” I tossed him a lazy smile.

Sebastian was gorgeous, but not always in an obvious way. In junior high, he’d been a scrawny, gangly music nerd with wild hair that always stuck up in random directions. In high school he’d been a skinny music nerd with long hair that brushed his shoulders.

Then he turned eighteen, and suddenly the nerd with headbanger hair was gone, and in his wake was a chiseled frontman who could have graced the cover of any music magazine.

I’d always thought he was hot, even back in his nerd days, and hated it. He wasn’t my usual type—and he was straight—but for some reason, my dick was into him.

“A favor?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’ve got a bunch of boxes of your crap in my truck bed.”

“I thought Adam was bringing them up?” He looked between me and my truck like he expected it to come to life like a Transformer and chase him into the woods.

“He was, but Pops had a meeting with a supplier and needed him to watch the office. He asked me to do it, and being the magnanimously generous person I am, I agreed.”

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