Page 76 of Hitting the Goal Line
At the very least the dark thoughts made the walk over to Hunter and Lennie’s rental quick, because one second I’m walking out of my own building and the next I’m standing at their front door.
I guess when you are thinking of murdering someone for dating the woman that you are in love with, you lose all sense of your surroundings.
Clearing my head a bit, I knock on the door of the brownstone and wait for someone to open it for me. I would just walk in, but I really don’t want to see them do things that will make me want to burn my eyes out. I did that once a few years ago, when I went to visit them in San Francisco, and it has scarred me for life. There are images in my head of my future-sister-in-law that shouldn’t be there.
When the door doesn’t open after a few seconds, I start to think that maybe I am interrupting something and I’m definitely going to be getting a visual I don’t want, when the door opens and I see my brother with a shirt on.
“What?” he asks, opening the door wider for me.
“What, what?” I ask, walking into the house and taking off my shoes.
“You made a face when I open the door,” he says, crossing his arms after closing the door.
I give him a shrugged. “I was just surprised you actually have a shirt on. Seems like every time I visit you, you’re in the middle of defiling Lennie.”
“We don’t fuck like bunnies twenty-four seven,” he answers, guiding me through the house, to head to the kitchen.
“You could have fooled me,” I say under my breath, with earns me a middle finger.
Walking into the kitchen, I see that Selena is at the island dropping something into a pot.
Fuck, yes, she’s cooking.
With a smile on my face, since I know I’m going to be eating good with whatever Lennie is making, I come up to my future-sister-in-law and placing a kiss on her cheek.
She looks up at me then to the entryway of the kitchen. “Where’s Sophia?”
I guess it’s weird when two people that basically do everything together, aren’t together.
I give her a shrug. “She’s on a date or something,” I say, snagging a piece of tomato from the cutting board in front of her.
The look that both Hunter and Selena give each other when I say the word date is definitely not missed, but I choose to ignore it and continue to steal pieces of tomatoes.
“‘A date or something’,” Hunter repeats my words, like he can’t believe it. Yeah, well that makes two of us.
“Yup,” I say to him, mid chew.
“And you’re okay with that?” he asks, all the while I notice that Lennie has a worried look on her face as she goes back to making whatever meal she’s making.
I look up at my brother. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Hunter just gives me a knowing look but doesn’t say anything.
I’m not stupid. I know that my brother knows how I feel about Sophia, or at the very least I think he does, he hasn’tstraight up told me that he knows but I have a strong feeling that he does. This conversation is juts proof of that. The guy has been telling me to make Sophia mine since I was fifteen.
Sometimes I wonder if he would rip me a new one if I told him about our two nights together.
Hunter just shakes his head. “No reason,” he says and lets out a sigh. “I just figured you would feel a certain type of way about it.”
Is he finally going to call me out?
“And what type of way is that?” I ask, not sure why I’m getting defensive about it.
My brother looks me straight on, all the while his fiancée is trying to cut vegetables in between us with her eyes everywhere but her knife.
“The type of way that finally has you telling that girl how you feel about her.” And there it is. The official call out.
“And how do I feel about her?” I ask, because of course even when I’m being called out, I still can’t admit it.
