Page 10 of Reckless

With a resigned sigh, I finally turn my full attention to Tori, whose long, dark mane tumbles over her shoulders like she’s some kind of mermaid. Dressed in a white tank top, cutoffs, and some weathered shitkickers, she looks ready to star in a dirty cowboy fantasy. Long legs. Curves for miles. So much bare skin. I barely hold in agroan.

Big, luminous hazel eyes blink back at me as she unabashedly studies my face, my chest, my tats… I look down, realizing I’m standing here only sporting jeans and dripping water and barn funk all over the kitchenfloor.

I clear my throat. “Ladies, excuse me. Was out with the horses this morning. Had Iknownyou were comingby…”

My brother laughs. “The horses are the only ones around here who can tolerate Ethan, since hospitality isn’t his strong suit, but he can make a damn finebarbecue.”

Kat frowns and turns to Logan. “I thought you said you scheduled this withhim.”

Yeah, right.I would’ve told him to do this anotherday.

Logan runs his hands through his hair. “I mentioned you might be stopping by. He must’veforgotten.”

“Don’t be an ass. You know you didn’t tell me,” I grumble, more and more pissed by the minute to be blindsided. Turning to the women, I sigh. “I’m gonna go change. Give me five minutes, and ignore everything that comes outta his mouth. Seriously, Logan, I have other shit I need to do right now.” A potential buyer from Dallas is stopping by tonight, and my to-do list is obscene. This isn’t the day I want to interview Ariel the Mermaid. And yes, I know every damn Disney character. “Next time warn aguy.”

Kat’s daughter Izzy peeks out from behind her mom’s flowing dress and waves. “Hi, Mr.Ethan.”

Shit. I shouldn’t be cursing in front of her. “Hey, little darlin’. Didn’t see you there.” She’s a couple of years older than mydaughter.

Izzy giggles and waves some more, and I twiddle my fingers at her like a lameass.

Kat tries to hide her smile, but Tori doesn’t look amused. In fact, she looks as pissed off as I feel. Hopefully this interview will go fast. Because clearly this isn’t gonna work out. And in my experience, there’s never a good reason to jam a square peg in a roundhole.

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Tori

This guy’s rude.My skin prickles with irritation. AndKat could’ve mentioned he looks like aHemsworth.

I set my palm on my stomach to calm my nerves. It’s bad enough living with a stranger, but a sexy one? Rugged and tatted up, someone who looks like he wrestles bears in his spare time? He’s definitely not on my dietplan.

Ethan tosses a legal pad on the island like it has personally offended him—it lands with a loud smack—and then he motions for me to grab a seat on one of the barstools.

Damn it, I wish Kat hadn’t gone to play with the kids, because now I’m alone with Mr. I-Have-a-Six-Pack-and-a-Bad-Attitude. If he didn’t want me here, he should’ve simply asked me toleave.

“How old are you?” he asks withoutpreamble.

Nice to meet you too.Why is it that gorgeous men always treat women like shit? Yeah, he’s gorgeous. Probably in his late twenties. Tall with shaggy blond hair and a scruffy face from not shaving. Electric blue eyes that would have me doing a double take if he were a guy in my bar. And those abs he flashed me a few minutes ago? With water dripping over every dip and curve? Totally droolworthy. But if memory serves me, a pretty package means trouble everytime.

“I’m twenty-three.”

He makes a face. “Let’s cut to the chase,” he says, leaning one hand on the counter. “Whoever I hire is gonna have to get a background check and fingerprints done, so if there’s anything shady in your past, you should tell menow.”

Heat rises in my cheeks. “Aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” I glare back at him. My sister is high off her ass if she thinks this will work out. And for a live-in position! He and I would annihilate each other. She knows I don’t play nice with overbearing assholes. Those baby hormones must have deteriorated her brain to make her think this would work. “I’m pretty sure I won’t pass your precious background check since I did get arrested that one time for snorting coke off a hooker’s tits,” Isnark.

He rolls hiseyes.

My glare intensifies. “I’m not even sure I like kids. I’m doing this so I can be near my sister because she has a high-risk pregnancy. But I’ll be honest—your attitude sucks. If you didn’t want us here, you should’ve said so instead of being a dick about it.” Am I being dramatic? Maybe. Except now I’m worked up, and there’s no stopping the crazy train. “You know what? Just forget it. I can’t imagine having to live here and deal with you twenty-fourseven.”

“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” He chuckles and then rubs his jaw, but then says, “You sound just like my ex-wife,” under hisbreath.

We stare at each other, and I lift my eyebrows, feeling the awkwardness of the moment pierce my anger. Any mention of wives, ex-wives, or ex-girlfriends gives me thehives.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “What’s wrong with Kat? Thought everything was goingokay.”

“High bloodpressure.”

He motions to the other room where Kat and Izzy are hanging out with Logan. “That’s pretty common. She looks good, though. I’m sure she’ll beokay.”

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