Page 414 of The Winslow Brothers

What the hell?

“What is that?” I ask him, and he just grins and shakes his head.

“I’ll show you in a bit.”

I tilt my head to the side, curious as hell, but Ty just wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his chest.

“Okay. Well, then. It was good to see you two. Glad you’re both okay. And now, if you don’t mind, Rachel and I have something we need to attend to.”

“Ty!” I slap at his chest.

“What?”

“Your brother and Maria were just stuck in an elevator for two freaking hours,” I comment on an exhausted laugh. “Don’t you think we should invite them up for a bit?” I look toward both of them. “Come upstairs so we can get you some water and food and whatever else you need.”

“No, it’s okay,” Rem answers with a gentle smile. “We’re going to head out, actually.”

We’regoing to head out. Interesting.

“That’s great!” Ty exclaims, and before I know it, the crazy bastard leans down and proceeds to toss me over his shoulder.

“Ty!”

“Bye, guys!” He just laughs, ignoring me completely and turning on his heel toward the stairwell doors.

“I’m so sorry he’s a rude idiot!” I call toward Remy and Maria. “And it was really nice meeting you, Maria!”

They both just grin and wave, and as Ty carries me away, I don’t miss the way she looks up at Remy. Or the way he looks at her as they laugh and chat about something that I can’t hear.

But Ty, on the other hand, well, he’s a man on a damn mission, pushing through the stairwell doors and taking the steps two at a time. By the time he reaches our apartment, he has the door unlocked and opened in ten seconds flat.

“What has gotten into you?” I ask, finally on my feet again, but the sexy bastard just grins at me.

“Nothing, doll.”

I roll my eyes, but I also laugh. And while Ty slips his shoes off at the doorway, I find myself wondering about what I saw back there. With Remy.

“Was Maria someone important in Remy’s life?”

“Huh?” Ty asks and leans down to take off my sandals for me.

“Maria?” I ask. “Who is she to Remy?”

“An old high school girlfriend,” he answers, and he all but drags me to our bedroom.

“Do you think there’s something between them?”

“I don’t know…” He pauses and searches my eyes, but it’s not even like he’s searching for answers from me. More like, he’s searching for answers from himself. “Ohshit.” He laughs, but then he doesn’t say anything else and proceeds to remove my clothes.

“Wait… What did that mean?”

“What did what mean?”

“That look that was just on your face.”

“Tomorrow, remind me to tell you about a fortune-teller named Cleo.”

“Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?”

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