Page 16 of Breathless With Her

“He is, and I enjoy razzing Amelia about it. You know I don’t actually have a crush on him.” I nodded. She’d mentioned her long-time crush before, and it definitely wasn’t Devin. “So, you know Devin? Tell me all. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Should I start with the night I slept over, or should I end there?” I said, not knowing why that teasing sentence had come out of my mouth.

“Oh my God. He’s the one whose house you slept at?” Sadness filled her eyes, and I figured whatever she said next wasn’t going to be teasing anymore. Well, damn it.

“Yes, he was a gentleman, and the Carr siblings took care of me. And then I never heard from him again. It’s not like I left my number, though. Everything is fine. I’m fine. Now, let’s get back to work. Because I don’t want to get behind.”

“There was chemistry, I’m just saying.”

“That’s fine. You can think what you want, but I’m staying away from penises. All penises.”

Zoey just looked at me, and I had a feeling she didn’t believe me. Then again, as I thought about Devin’s growl, and the way he filled out those jeans… I wasn’t sure I believed myself.

Chapter 4

Devin

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“You sure do knowhow to enjoy your day off.”

I grinned up at Amelia, wiping the dirt from my hands on my worn jeans.

“I don’t mind working with you. It keeps me fit.” I patted my flat stomach, and my little sister just rolled her eyes.

“You are constantly on your feet, lifting boxes, dealing with stray dogs, and countless other things that you have to deal with being a postman. I’m pretty sure you do not need my job to stay fit.”

“You know I’m a postal carrier, not a postman.” I growled out the words, but she knew I was kidding. I honestly didn’t care. I just liked saying it, mostly because it annoyed my kid sister and brother to no end. Dimitri didn’t really mind. He was a little older than I was and didn’t get as ruffled. After everything he’d been through…? There was no way my jokes would rile him.

“You’re a dork, but I love you,” Amelia said, grinning up at me before going back to the soil. We were working out back in her office’s yard. Amelia liked to keep one that was like a show yard so people could look and see what she could do. She also had her own portfolio and things for people to look at, and each house would always be different, but I knew that she liked to have this done because it made her happy. She had her own house where she worked on the grounds constantly, but this was like another piece of her home.

I definitely didn’t mind that my baby sister was really good with keeping things alive and watching them grow. It kept my yard and landscaping looking fucking amazing.

“You know, every time you mention what you do, I sing that song,” Tobey said, rubbing shoulders with Amelia.

“That’s the second time today someone’s said that. And it’s not getting funnier anytime soon,” I called out.

“I can’t help it. It’s just so catchy.” Tobey started singing, and I met Amelia’s eyes. She was very lucky that Tobey was her best friend. Because I wanted to murder the guy sometimes. Yeah, he was good to my sister. No, I had no idea why the two of them weren’t married already, but it wasn’t my place to say. They were best friends, and that was just something I had to deal with.

I liked Tobey just fine, but sometimes, he was annoying as hell. Then again, I figured I was a little annoying, too. At least to Amelia. After all, that’s what big brothers were for. And she had a bunch of them.

Well, three of us anyway. But I guess that added up after a while.

“So, what have you been doing on your day off today? Besides helping me,” Amelia asked, using the shovel to dig a new hole. She was planting a tree, one that she would end up digging out eventually for a new house. But for now, this would be its home. One where it could grow in safety before it was ready to be fully planted. I had no idea how my sister made everything work, but then again, it was her job. Not mine.

“You know me, always busy.”

“Yeah, I figured you’re not one to lay around. I mean, not all of us can have every Sunday off thanks to the government.”

“Yes, having exactly one day off a week is totally out of the question.”

“You work six days a week?” Tobey asked, scrunching his face. “Is that legal?”

I met Amelia’s gaze and then rolled my eyes. Tobey was sweet, but sometimes, he was a little slow. Well, not really, he just took things very literally at times. And that was fine, but he didn’t get my humor all the time. Or ever.

“No, I only work five days a week, but I always get Sundays off.”

“I thought I saw some mail carriers working on Sundays now.”

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