Page 14 of Unhinged Magic
That silenced her, but her glare stuck to mine. “Are you always this moody?” she accused.
I held back a chuckle. “I came here to help, and you just insulted me.”
She shook her head. “You’re infuriating.”
I’m the infuriating one here?
“You’re welcome,” I said, not bothering to argue.
She backed onto a higher step, leaving her staring down at me. She didn’t look away.
“Anything else I can help you with?” I said jokingly.
Her breasts rose as she drew in a firm breath, her pointer finger directed at me. “And you will never find out what panties I wear.” She turned swiftly, heading back toward the door of the cafe, raising her voice over her shoulder. “Do you want coffee or not?”
I smirked. “Latte to go.”
She glared at me, pushing the door open. “Wait here.”
She disappeared inside, and I leaned against the lamppost, my attention drifting to the shop she had mentioned. Its timber exterior had weathered over the years, its front windowpane almost bare. Why had she been so cagey about my question? I hadn’t considered it personal, but maybe something I assumed to be general conversation was clearly something more to her. It piqued my interest even further.
Minutes later, Skye approached with my coffee in hand. Our fingers brushed at the exchange, sparks darting across my skin.I held back a groan. How could she ignore this bond currently hell-bent on bending me to its will?
“Thanks.”
“Should have popped some sugar in yours,” she goaded, the innuendo obvious.
A low chuckle left me. I flicked her some cash before she turned, heading back up the steps.
“Panties still up your ass?” I bantered, because I did not know how to handlethis.
Skye wouldn’t talk to me about any of it. Her disappearance. The bond.
She looked back over her shoulder; a scowl mixed with a spark of something I couldn’t place lingering in her stare. “Who said I wear any?”
Fuck me.
“Lies,” I murmured under my breath, but the look on her face told me she’d heard it.
She raised a shoulder casually. “Believe what you want.”
She was bluffing. Had to be. But there was no visible panty line creasing into her ass as she sashayed back up the stairs.
Well, fuck.
If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I wouldn’t for a second entertain the thought that my best friend’s sister spent her days riding the seam of her pants. But entertain that thought I did, as I made my way back to the guys.
Ty turned to me, taking a sip of his beer. “I wondered where you’d gotten to. Beer not doing it for you?”
Avoiding his gaze, I placed my coffee down beside my tackle box, pulling my purchases from my pocket. “Slept like shit. Needed caffeine.”
It wasn’t a lie. But he didn’t need to know that thoughts of his sister had kept me awake until the early hours of the morning.
Reid tugged on his rod. “You sure took your time, thought you’d gotten stuck talking to Ted.”
“The old man’s lonely. He needed to vent.”
I made hard work of removing the hooks from the packaging, not giving the group anything to question me on further. I didn’t need any of them piecing together this thing between Skye and me. One scent and the lot of them would be on me like vultures, and a protective brother was the last thing I needed.
