Page 263 of Waiting Game

Her lashes flutter as her head tips back. “Uhhh-huh.”

Chuckling to myself, I help her get dressed. ‘Help her’ because her legs are like limp noodles.

It was harder to get the panties on than to getheroff, but my fumbling eventually irritates her enough that she pulls on her jeans by herself.

Thank Jesus for that.

When she’s dressed, her pupils are still gluttonously dilated. “You said sneaking around.”

“I did,” I confirm, surprised she heard that much.

“Where?”

“Someplace close.”

“Why?”

“Because where we’re going isn’t technically our land.”

“Then, why are we going there?”

“Because no one will stop us.”

“Technicalities?”

“You got that right.”

As we maneuver through the house, we stop once in my room because she insists I clean my face.

Pouting, I comply, but only because I’ll be seeing Callan soon.

After, I drag her outside and into my SUV, and I whack on the heat because it’s below freezing outside and she still has to be feeling the chill from being half-naked on the veranda.

But hey, I figured out how to make use of the frigid winter because the McAllister lakes are eight inches thick and that means they’re skate-worthy.

Twilight is almost over by the time we make it to the lake in question and it’s edging more toward dark.

“This looks like the kind of place you’d go to get killed by an ax murderer.”

“You have a wild imagination. The TBR list I’m cultivating for you is obviously working.”

She hums as she examines the gloom. “Aren’t you the lucky one?”

Unable to stop myself, I cackle then hit the brakes when the lights glint off one of my helper bees.

I say helper bees and I mean my goddamn brothers.

“Just wait here a moment.”

“Gladly.”

I jump out onto the lakeside and head over to Callan, who’s bossing Colton around.

“Not there, Colton. For fuck’s sake. How many times do I have to show you this?”

My lips quirk as Colton snipes, “You definitely inherited Pops’s people skills.”

“I have no patience for morons.”

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