Page 30 of Recklessly Yours

“Age is just a number.” My sister scoffed. “But whatever. Okay. Put a finger down if you’ve had sex in the last three months.”

Of all the women here, I was the only one who didn’t put a finger down. Shit. Grinning, Brittney elbowed me, and heat flooded my face. God, I hated my sister right now.

We went around the circle, each naming a Put a Finger Down question. I had two fingers left.

“Put a finger down,” Cece said, “if you’ve ever had a one-night stand.”

And again, I was the only one in the group who’d never had that experience. One more round, and it was Savannah’s turn again.

“Put a finger down if you’ve ever wanted to bang one of your brother’s best friends.” She smirked at me as she put another finger down.

Jesus. Why did she insist on making me want to punch her? I put my hand down, officially done with this stupid game.

But I immediately wished I hadn’t when Savannah waggled her brows in Dylan’s direction and mouthedso what are you going to do about that?

“Savannah,” Brittney scolded.

I glared at my sister, refusing to look over at Dylan, even though I could feel his gaze on me.

“On that note,” Cece said as she stood. “It’s late. We should probably call it a night.”

“Yeah, I think my sister has had enough of me for one night.” Savannah bounced to her feet, grinning.

“Yep.” I sent her a smile that clearly conveyed my desire to strangle her.

We cleaned up, taking our glasses into the kitchen, and one by one, the girls headed out, with Logan leaving a minute later. I was exhausted but figured I should clean up a bit since Dylan had so generously offered his house for our gathering. Barely keeping my eyes open, I loaded the glasses into the dishwasher. As I turned away from the counter, that sensation hit me again. His eyes were on me. A shiver raced down my spine as I spun to face him.

“You look tired. You should head to bed.”

The spark of excitement morphed into annoyance instantly. Of course he’d have to open his mouth and remind me that he was a bossy asshole.

I held back an eye roll. “Yes, Dad.”

He smirked and turned back to his computer. “Just an observation.”

“Aren’t you coming to bed too?”

His spine visibly stiffened.

My stomach twisted as I replayed the words in my head. Oh god. “I-I mean,” I sputtered, “are you going to bed? Like are you not heading to bed yourself?” There, that was much better. Not awkward or weird.

“Yeah, in a bit. Want to go through some of these names first.” He kept his focus fixed on his computer.

“Okay.” I shrugged. “Good night.”

“Night.”

I’d made it up three steps before a muttered curse from Dylan had me freezing. The legs of his chair scraped across the floor, then his low voice rumbled through the room and up the stairs.

“How the hell did he get near her apartment again without being seen?”

My heart lurched. I turned around, wishing I could hear the other side of the conversation. Was he talking about my apartment? Maybe not. Not everything was about me. He was probably working on other cases.

“No, she went to bed. She can’t hear me.” The second the words were out of his mouth, he turned and spotted me where I was hovering on the staircase. His shoulders fell. “Aiden, let me call you back.”

“What happened?” I scurried back down to the kitchen, my heart in my throat.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “He spray-paintedsluton your apartment door.”

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