Page 80 of Tempting Promises
ROWAN
“You should let her win,” Asher says as we cast into the creek again.
“Yeah, that so sounds like me,” I toss back at him. Olivia wagered that she’d catch more than us combined.
My brother, the candy ass that he is, has conveniently lost every fish he’s hooked. I swear, these girls have made him into a pansy.
“She’s feeling left out, I think, since Sienna was born.”
“Do a better job then,” I say as Olivia claps her hands and lifts her fish in the air.
Of course she’s going to win now. I put my pole between my legs to sign to her.“Good job. I am still going to win.”
“You can try, but you never will.”
I wink at her. She’s seriously the best kid. So fun. Such a smart-ass.
Asher elbows me. “Seriously, she’s a kid, let her fucking win.”
“She’s kicking our ass because you keep cutting your line or you dropped the fish. She doesn’t need me to do anything, you’re already taking care of it.”
He huffs and goes back to fishing. “Brynn said you were out late last night.”
“Brynn needs to mind her own business.”
I love where my house is located, but hate that I have to pass her damn house to get there. She’s so fucking nosey sometimes. It’s why I walked to Charlotte’s the other night. Since she brought me back the hat three days ago, it was my turn to return it.
Taking my truck was a risk, but I wasn’t hiking over there in the pouring rain.
“Did you go out drinking?”
“Am I under investigation?” I toss back.
“Should you be?”
I swear, siblings are annoying. “It sure as hell feels like it.”
Asher’s eyes narrow. “Evasive.”
“Intrusive,” I fire back.
“So, where were you last night?”
I swear to God. “Listen, Officer?—”
“It’s Sheriff, if you don’t mind.”
Asshole. “Sorry, Sheriff Whitlock, kindly go fuck right the hell off with your questioning.”
My brother huffs a laugh. “So you were with a girl, and you don’t want me to know. Interesting.”
I could’ve lied and said I was at a bar a few towns away, but Asher would’ve asked follow-up questions and then the lie would’ve been worse. So, evasive tactics are my best shot at avoiding this.
“I wasn’t with a girl, but thanks.”
“A guy?”
I give him a look that should make him shit his pants, but he doesn’t. Instead he laughs. “I swear to God, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were with someone like Charlotte or something with the way you’re evading the questions.”
