Page 100 of Myla: The Hawthornes

She left, but Frankie stayed.

“Hey Myla,” she said seriously, leaning against the doorframe.

“What?”

“You know I love you?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“Fuck off,” I said, snorting as she cackled and scurried away.

I threw the blankets off with a sigh and arched out of bed, swaying on rubbery legs as I got ready for work.

Chapter 15

Cian

“Myla okay?” Basasked as I pulled my coveralls down.

I was actually surprised it had taken so long before he or Titus cornered me.

“She’s good,” I replied, tying the arms around my waist. The sleeves kept catching inside the engine I was working on, and it was driving me fucking nuts.

“Noel said she was pretty upset,” he muttered, taking a drink of his water.

“Cleared it up.”

“You two fightin’ again?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

“You’re worse than a woman.”

“All men are worse than women, we just hide it better.”

“Truth,” I mumbled. “She’s good. We’re good.”

“How good?”

“Are you fuckin’ jokin’?” I asked, glaring.

“Lou said you didn’t leave until this mornin’,” he replied, grinning.

“Christ,’ I spat, shaking my head as I turned back toward the car.

“Got a little pep in your step today,” Bas joked.

“Keep it down, would you?” I asked, reaching back inside.

“Hell, everyone knows you two were gonna get together.”

“Doubt her brothers or dad or uncles or fuckin’cousinswanna know I slept in her bed last night,” I replied quietly. “Leave it alone.”

“Whose bed?” Brody asked from one bay over. “It better be Myla’s or she’s gonna murder you.”

“Can I fuckin’ work?” I asked, looking between them. “That all right with you two?”

“Testy,” Bas joked. “Seems like you’d be in a better mood.”

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