Page 17 of Falling for You
“Ems!” Hunter’s loud ass voice booms from the kitchen, grating on my last nerve.
This time I tuck the edges of the blanket under my feet and under my head. If he can’t see me, I’m not here.
His heavy boots stomp their way to my bedroom door. “Ems, I swear to God if I open this door and see a dick, or worse, your naked ass, I’m going to tell Mom.”
Ugh. Like Mom wouldn’t be on my side.
“I’m coming. Give me a damn minute. The sun is barely up.”
I toss my legs over the side, flattening my feet on the cold wood floor. Despite the weather feeling like summer, it’s New England, and that weather left overnight bringing back the cooler spring temperatures.
Roman’s hoodie is laid across the end of my bed. I stole it over the winter when I was sneaking out of his place. It’s from Rebels so if any of my family saw it, they’d just think I grabbed it one night from the back. I help Roman do his books sometimes when he gets busy. I just add it to my list of shit to do for the inn. I stuff the hoodie over my head, sliding it down my body.
Just as I open the door Hunter raises his fist to knock again. “I said give me a minute.” I furrow my brows, pouting at him.
Shuffling past him, I open the cooler in my kitchen, pulling out the pre-made cold brew and my creamer to make my coffee before I need to go over to the inn for the bathroom.
“When might I have working plumbing again?”
“If I say today, will you stop being so mad at me?” He follows me back to the kitchen.
“If you say today, and stop being such a cockblock, I might be nice to you. For a minute.” I put my coffee supplies back in the cooler and mix it together with my straw before turning to face Hunt.
“I’ll get you a toilet today. But I’m not going to let these assholes who are just here for the weekend take you home. They aren’t good enough for you.” He scowls.
“I don’t need them to be good enough for me. I need them to be good enough to deliver an orgasm.” I raise my brows at him, waiting for his response.
“Oh gross. Come on! I can’t scrub that image from my brain!” He squeezes his eyes shut tight.
“Why do you have an image of your sister getting off? You perv.” I laugh at him, knowing he walked right into that.
Sliding on my shoes I’m still laughing at him. Knowing that I ruined his day like he did mine yesterday gives me great joy.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he yells to me. He mutters under his breath as he walks into the bathroom with an array of tools.
At least I’m getting a working toilet out of this. At the moment I’d take that over an orgasm.
One month. I have one month to tell Hunter that I’m in love with his sister. And after her late night confession before her breaths evened out on the other end of the phone, I know, now more than ever, I’ve completely fallen for that woman and I need to man the fuck up.
So why do I feel so guilty? I love her. I love my best friend’sbabysister. If roles were reversed, I’d want to kill him. The thought of Hunter ever touching my sister the way I touch his makes me want to rage.
I need to prepare for that. I need to be ready for whatever my reaction would be. I want to say I would understand if his feelings were like mine, but I don’t think I could, not at first. I might get there eventually, or I want to believe that I could.
My phone buzzes multiple times. Whoever has been trying to get a hold of me is really trying this morning. I reach for it off thetable next to me, trying not to disturb my sleeping pittie, Fiona. She wasn’t happy when my alarm went off and she had to get out of bed.
Unknown:You own Rebel’s Brewery right? In Balsam Cliffs?
Unknown:I know I have the right Roman Thomas.
Unknown:Please, it’s very important that I talk to you.
I don’t think so buddy. You can have your cheating wife. I don’t want any part of this mess.
I slide the phone back over on the table, and snuggle down on my couch with Fiona. We need a nap before I have to head into the brewery.
Especially since Emma is coming today to go over my quarterly books with me. I need sleep, energy, and a lot of restraint to get through today.
I pour a little more cinnamon into the pumpkin spice brew I’m working on for fall. It’s always my best seller, especially with the leaf peepers coming up for the weekends or a day drive.
