Page 6 of Forever Your Touch

“I like Josephine.”

“I don’t.”

“Too bad.” He tossed her a cheeky grin. It was so easy to get her riled.

She looked ready to throttle him. “Look, the only reason I came was so I could tell you I don’t need a babysitter, no matter how much Keith thinks I do.”

“I’m not your babysitter. I’m your FIBB.”

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” She tossed her hair back in a classic girl flip. “You are not my brother.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he muttered.

Her eyes narrowed, but he interrupted her before she could say anything.

“Keith’s worried about you. I promised him I’d watch out for you, and I will.”

“He just wants you to watch Ray.”

He heard her frustration, and he understood it. “Keith didn’t hide the fact he doesn’t like your boyfriend, but I don’t know Ray, so I can’t say what kind of person he is or isn’t. I like to form my own opinions about people. He’s not why I’m here, though.”

“He’s not?” That pissed off look came back when she thought he was referring to him being her babysitter. She was damn cute when she was mad.

“Let me ask you something. Do you know anyone in this city besides Ray?”

She shook her head.

“That’swhy I’m here. You need a friend, someone to come to when you need help or just want to shoot the shit.”

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

“I know Keith. You’re his sister. He’s family to me, and so when he asked me to be him while you were here, I agreed.”

“I don’t want…”

He reached over and put a finger to her lips, relishing how soft they felt. “I told you. I’m a keeper.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Always.” He flipped on the radio, and a country song blared out of the speakers.

“Country?”

“Yup.” He turned his attention back to the road. “You a music snob?”

“No, I like country. I just didn’t think it’d be your thing.”

He started belting out the lyrics to “Dirt Road Anthem” right along with Jason Aldean. Truth was, he didn’t used to like country, but being around his sister-in-law, Becca, this last year, he’d grown to love it. Country was her favorite kind of music. Dimitri pretended to hate it, but Mason had caught him jamming out to it on more than one occasion.

“I’m a big fan of your channel,” he blurted and snapped back like he’d just punched himself in the face. Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“You watch my videos?” A real smile broke out across her face, and he felt like he’d been sucker punched. This girl was getting under his skin without even trying.

“Yeah, you’re my go-to for Let’s Play.” Damn, he sounded like some kind of thirteen-year-old fanboy. But what did he expect? He’d had the biggest crush on her since he found her channel a couple of years ago. Of course he was acting like a thirteen-year-old around her. Fucking Keith hadn’t even warned him. Maybe if he’d had time to prepare, he wouldn’t be sounding like a fucking virgin fumbling on the big night.

Get your shit together, Mase.

“Keith never told me you liked the show.” She kicked her flip flops off and tucked her feet under her knees, turning to face him. He didn’t say a word about her putting her feet on the seats. Usually, he bitched anyone out who dared, but she looked so cute sitting there, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

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