Page 29 of Dirty Temptation

Fucking Greg.

We land on Jacob and Leilani Dufort’s lawn, and our bags are unloaded as the introductions and welcome party takes place.

“I’m so happy to meet you.” Leilani hugs Molly, and Levi and Jacob slap each other’s back.

“Hey,” Jacob says, shaking my hand.

“The place is looking good,” I say, glancing around the beachfront Hampton’s home.

“Thank you. We love it here,” Jacob says as a cute dog comes running across the lawn.

Knox leads Payton inside with his hand on the small of her back and I glance at Molly. The desire to do the same suddenly comes over me and it just reignites the fury inside me that she isn’t mine.

That makes me even more angry.

I’m not looking for a wife. I’m twenty-fucking-four. I was hoping we could spend the weekend together or maybe date.

But no.

That’s clearly not on the cards.

“So, I’m hearing rumors you could be drafted next year,” Blake says as he shakes Levi’s hand.

My younger brother laughs.

“We’ll see.”

He’s so fucking humble. As far as I’m concerned he’ll be the next quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles.

Or maybe another team.

But when it happens I’ll be the first to leap on his back and hug the shit out of him. Then I’ll lick my own average as fuck wounds and get over it.

Unless I get this award.

“You play football?” Molly asks, and my heart sinks.

Maybe I won’t get over it.

“Why? Does Greg like football?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“How does he know about Greg?” Payton asks, taking the glass of water from Leilani. “Thanks babe.”

“Who’s Greg?” Knox asks.

I lift my brows allyeah, who is fucking Greg, Molly?

“Does Greg play football?” Levi asks frowning.

“I’m confused.” Jacob stares back and forth. “Is he in the NFL?”

Christ.

Molly glares at me, but she’s uncomfortable as hell and for some reason I don’t like seeing her like this.

I push back my own feelings and turn into her night in fucking shining armor.

Actually I’m wearing Gucci but whatever.

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