Page 106 of Catch Me
“She’s taken,” I declare, my voice serious.
Travis raises both eyebrows, that fucking smirk on his face growing wide. “Once you see my performance tomorrow, that might change.” He winks at her. “I always get lucky in Vegas.”
“Be careful,” I say in a low tone.
“Sure, he has Hollywood good looks, but can my cousin drive over two hundred miles an hour without flinching?” he asks, like that’s a fucking reason to date him.
“I will wipe that grin off your face,” I warn.
“Cousins?” Ivy finally asks.
“He didn’t tell you? Must be jealousy,” Travis says. “I mean, I’d be jealous of me too if I were him.”
I roll my eyes at his bullshit.
“He’s myyoungerand much less accomplished cousin, Travis. Our dads are brothers, but I’m pretty sure they found this one in a back alley.”
“That’s what I used to tell him when we were kids, too,” Annalise, Travis’ sister and assistant, says, coming up beside him.
“My sister who loves me so much she decided to come and work for me.” Travis grins at his sister who also happens to be his triplet.
“There’s no way you two could deny you’re related,” Ivy interjects.
Travis chuckles. “That’s what I’ve been telling her for years. I think she stole some of my good looks in the womb.”
He goes to pinch Annalise’s cheeks, but she swats his hand away and glares at him.
“Yeah, even with the red hair and freckles, the family resemblance is uncanny,” I say to Annalise. “Sorry, little cousin.”
“I got your little,” Lis says with another glare, this time directed at me. Annalise can be a little on the prickly side and she’s not a fan of too much physical affection.
“For some reason my cousins don’t like to be reminded they’ve been on this planet for a shorter period of time than I have. Thus, making me much, much wiser.” I place a hand to my chest as I look over at Ivy, grinning.
She rolls her eyes, then turns to Annalise.
“I don’t have much experience with older cousins, but as the youngest of three, I know how annoying it can be to be reminded you’re the youngest.”
Annalise gives her a sly grin. “You get it. At least this one doesn’t try that mess.” She gestures toward Travis.
“No, that’s Professor Tristan with that bullshit,” Travis says of his and Annalise’s triplet.
“Is he here today?” I glance around the room as if I could’ve missed my six-foot-three cousin.
“Of course not. You know he doesn’t like crowds.” Annalise shakes her head. “I have no idea how he’s going to be a professor.” She snorts, reminding me of Uncle Tyler, from whom she inherited her auburn hair and freckles.
Travis chuckles. “Out of the three of us, I’m definitely the friendliest.” Travis winks at Ivy, and a growling sound starts from somewhere. It’s not until three pairs of eyes land on me that I realize who the sound is coming from.
“Keep that bullshit to yourself.”
“Hm, my usually jovial, charming, yetoldcousin has found a reason to let his claws out,” Travis says, that fucking grin on his face growing.
“Fuck you.”
Travis laughs.
“Did you guys catch our qualifying race?” He asks but doesn’t wait for an answer. “Per usual, I came out in the top three. Which means I’ll start at the beginning of the pack,” Travis informs us.
“I could’ve snuck you guys onto the track for a private showing if you’d contacted me earlier.”
