Page 124 of Rebellion

“Not very patient, are you?” Sacha asked with a smirk at Colm.

Colm raised an eyebrow. “I thought no one was going to answer. You haven’t changed your mind, have you, lass?”

“What? No! Of course not. I ran down the stairs to get the door, but Aleksandr stopped me.” She gave her cousin a disgruntled look.

“You were running down the stairs?” Colm grumbled. “Why would you do that? What if you tripped and fell? What if you hurt your back?”

She sighed. “You two are more alike than you know.”

They glanced at each other with a frown.

“No, we’re not,” they said together.

She started giggling as their frowns grew fiercer.

“Come on,Mo leannan. We’ll discuss this further in the car.”

Uh-oh.

She didn’t like the sound of that.

“Wait. Where is your jacket?” Colm asked as she stepped around Sacha.

Another sigh escaped her. “It’s not cold.”

“It will get cold later,” Sacha said, grabbing a jacket from the coat closet. “Here you are.”

“But this doesn’t go with my outfit,” she protested. The jacket was really heavy and black. She was wearing a cute sundress with tan boots. Her denim jacket would look way better.

“Doesn’t matter,” Colm said. “It’s warm. That’s what’s important.” He put it around her shoulders, even though she really didn’t need it, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Oh, that was nice.

“I want her back by ten,” Sacha said. “She needs her sleep.”

Ten? Was he nuts?

“I’m twenty-three. I don’t have a curfew.”

“You’re my baby cousin, so yes, you have a curfew. Ten. Or I’ll chop off your balls,” Aleksandr grouched, glaring at Colm before shutting the door.

“Urgh! The nerve of that man! I’m gonna go tell him that he’s lost it.”

“Leave it, baby,” Colm said. “Although he does seem extra grouchy at the moment.”

He led her toward his black car. She had no idea of the make. It was a plain-looking car, designed not to draw attention. But she bet it had all the same modifications as her vehicle.

Colm would always make sure she was safe.

When they grew closer, he opened the door and pulled off her jacket before he held out his hand. She smiled as she took his hand and let him help her in. The inside was a lot nicer than the outside. Cream leather seats with maroon stitching.

Colm bent down and grabbed the seatbelt, drawing it over her and buckling her in.

His arm brushed against her breasts and she sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure swam through her.

“All right, baby?” he asked, his lips close to hers.

“Y-yes.”

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