Page 49 of Skate the Line

“You and Scottie busy here in a few?” I ask.

“No, why?”

I hate asking for help.

“Can you pop over and help carry some furniture upstairs?”

Emory nods. “Yeah, man. Sure.”

I thank him.

At least two out of three who are helping won’t beat their dick off to Sunny later on. That’s better than nothing, I guess.

I pull up in my truck and grumble.

Malaki isn’t in his car.

No surprise that he’s already inside, probably trying to sweep Sunny right off her feet.

They’d be perfect for each other, actually. She’s a bundle of sunshine, and he isn’t too far off.

I sigh loudly and open the front door. I’m immediately hit with the sound of loud laughter echoing from the kitchen. I see Sunny’s shoes by the door, and Ellie’s are right beside hers. It’s sort of…nice to see.

I specifically told Sunny that she didn’t have to cleanmy house, but since moving in a few days ago, I’ve noticed that she isn’t listening.

It smells nice in here.

Maybe it’s her.

Maybe it’s the floors.

Either way, I’m not going to complain.

The farther I walk through the house, the more worried I get. Who else is here?

“Oh, and get this...” someone says. “She literally left a trail of her bras in the hallway to lure him into her bed.”

My shoulders tense.I told him that in confidence.

Sunny’s soft laughter spills onto my irritation and calms it. Barely.

“It's no wonder he was so skeptical of me,” she mutters.

“How could anyone be skeptical of that face? I’d marry you right now.”

I pause.

My jaw flexes.

That voice belongs to Kane, who I specifically did not invite.

“Nice try,” Sunny says. “I don’t date.”

“What? Why don’t you date, love?”

An Australian accent?

For fuck’s sake. Why is Cooper here?

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