Page 41 of Reckless

My annoyance found a target.

“Giving the fact you are miraculously healed from your nausea now that your fiancée is hundreds of miles away from you, we could presume that your honeymoon phase is over. Before the wedding.”

“Tyler,” Clem lifted a hand in the air as if to make me stop. “You don’t want to talk to me about Lucas or that trip.”

Fair enough. I kept my mouth shut and tried to ignore Hannah’s voice. I didn’t want to hear her talk to her boyfriend any more than I wanted to keep listening about the mini fucking pancakes on sticks my sister’s guests would eat at her engagement party.

“I will stay a few more days,” Hannah said. “Clem and Lucas are having an engagement party on Wednesday. You are invited by the way.”

My jaw clenched on its own and I walked back inside the house.

I was laying on the couch, scrolling through my phone when Hannah came to the living room a few minutes later. One glance at her face was enough for me to understand she was looking for me. I pretended otherwise and focused back on my phone.

“You are staying for the engagement party, right?”

I pinned her with a look.

“Who wants to know?”

“Clementine? Your parents? Madison? I’m sure they all want to know.”

My phone buzzed.

Madison: I knew you would be the first one to crack and ask for help.

I could picture my big sister’s smug face.

Tyler: Oh, sorry, Mom. I thought I was texting Madison.

Madison: Jerk. I’m coming on Tuesday and I will fix your mess for you.

I snickered.

“So?” Hannah pressed when I didn’t answer. “Are you staying? Because I’m not brave enough to disappoint Sylvia Hartley.”

“Don’t worry about it. No one can’t disappoint Sylvia more than her own children, so you will be overshadowed by one of us. Probably me, when she finds out I flew back to Boston without even saying goodbye.”

“Why are you acting like an ass?”

“It’s in my nature.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“I don’t care what you believe.”

“I don’t believe that either.”

I took a deep breath and stood up. I strolled over to Hannah.

“You better believe it, little Spencer. We don’t want you to get disappointed all over again.”

That was low even for someone like me. But I had to hand it to her, she seemed unfazed. In fact, she smiled at me.

“I can find you something to do if you’re bored,” she said and I deliberately moved my gaze down her body, then up again.

“I’m not interested.”

She scrunched her nose.

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