Page 81 of Regrets

I laugh and turn around, looking back at my sister. “Yeah. Probably.”

“I’m going to make breakfast.”

P stretches, and I can’t take my eyes off her slender waist, full tits, and long legs. I’ve never been more attracted to anyone, and I seriously doubt I ever will be. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

The look she tosses me over her shoulder as she leaves makes my dick hard and crave her so fucking badly, I don’t give a fuck if my sister is here or not. But I know now’s not the time to join her.

Not yet.

I watch her leave, and Lola starts buzzing around the kitchen, starting to prepare breakfast. “Stop staring, creeper.”

I laugh and take a seat at their kitchen island. “Can’t help it.”

She’s holding an egg carton in her hand, and as she turns to me with a serious look, I know we are about to have one of our famous talks. “So, you’re not over her? After two years apart?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be over her, Lola.”

She smiles at that, satisfied with my answer as she places the carton on the counter and grabs a pan. “You can have it all, you know. You deserve to be happy. And so does she.”

“This coming from the girl who talked her into leaving me?”

Yeah, I’m still a little bitter about it. “Not you, Lincoln.” She cracks eggs into a mixing bowl. “There—all the painful memories. You guys were killing each other slowly. And it was not okay.”

I swallow hard, thinking about everything we did to each other over the years. But in the last two years, nothing significant happened at all, not to me anyway. I worked to make a career which was a necessity but just a means to get back to P. I just floated through, waiting to get here.

She turns on the gas burner of the stove. “You’re both in a good place now.”

“I’m worried she’ll always feel like I’m with his girl.”

I watch her, thinking that over, her eyes conflicted. “She was never his, Lincoln.”

It’s hard to hear her say that. But part of me hopes it’s true, which also makes me feel like a prick because Colt isn’t here to fight me for her. He deserved that chance.

“I never thought I’d see you just lie down. I thought you would pout for a couple of days and then show up here and sling her over your shoulder.”

“I’m not a fucking caveman. She said she needed this.”

She smiles. “And to me, that tells me exactly how much you love her. You gave her time. You’ve always been a fighter. Fight for her.”

“Not exactly a fair fight with Colt being dead.”

She shakes her head. “No. You don’t need to fight Colt.” I know just saying his name is hard for her as she sighs. “He loved you. You loved him. Penelope loved you both. The only thing you need to fight is guilt and fear.”

“I did love him.”

She smiles again, pouring the egg mixture into the pan and topping it with vegetables. “I know that, dummy. We all did. His memory will always live on. He only lived for eighteen years, but my God, he left his mark.”

I grin at that, thinking about my brother who tried so hard to be perfect and almost was. “Yeah, he really did.”

“Neither you nor Penelope will ever be happy without the other. You went searching for her at eleven years old.” She shrugs her shoulders casually, challenging me. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t want to fight for her. You didn’t then.”

I roll my eyes, knowing she’s trying to bait me, but I’ve already made up my mind to get P for good. “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

Doesn’t bug her at all. “Probably why I’m still single.”

“Yeah well, I hear chicks marry their fathers, so I’m definitely good with you staying single.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ll never marry anyone like him.”

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