Page 5 of Falling for You
“It was Roman, wasn’t it?”
I spit out the sip of wine I just took, “How the fuck did you know!”
“I didn’t, but now I do.” She smirks at me, “I had my suspicions. Why would someone be sneaking out at four in the morning when I’m getting up. I can’t believe it was Roman for real! Why the hell did he end things?”
I raise my eyebrows, “Really? You couldn’t begin to guess, Nancy Drew?”
“Oh shit. This is why you’re so pissed at your brothers. They definitely don’t know. I would have heard it from Liam. So let me guess, Rome got scared and ended things before the guys foundout. Or they got too serious.” She leans forward, really getting into the gossip. I don’t blame her, she doesn’t get out much with having to get up so early in the morning to bake breakfast and pastries for the guests.
“Ding, ding, ding,” I point to her. “He ended things the day Wyatt almost caught him leaving the inn when he stopped by after his shift. Rome had just left, and pulled his hoodie down over his head to walk back to the brewery. Luckily Wyatt must have been tired so he didn’t see him or question him. But it was enough to scare him away from me.”
“So what about the Valentine’s Dance? You went back didn’t you? I mean I saw your Jeep was gone.” Her brows are furrowed as she tries to figure out the timeline.
“I did. And he rejected me. Literally pulled my hand off his glorious cock, and left me without an orgasm and feeling dejected,” I pout, trying to make the conversation lighthearted despite the pain pinging around in my heart.
She leans back, unwrapping a cupcake. “Oh my God. What an idiot. What are we doing to get him back?”
“Nothing!”Everything I can.“That was humiliating. If he wants me, he can tell Hunter like a man, and then come grovel for my attention.”
“I love it. We’ll make him grovel so hard he… he…,” she pauses looking for a word.
“No. We’re not doing anything. I’m just here to live my life. I’m done with that shit. I’m done humiliating myself with him and constantly looking over my shoulder for my brothers.” I shake my head. “But if you could get Liam to chill on chasing guys off that’d be great, because ya girl needs a real orgasm from a real dick.”
After we finish off the wine and two more cupcakes, we get to cleaning. A playlist that ranges from George Strait to Ginuwine streams through the small speaker I brought with me.
As we clean I make a note on my phone of the things I need to get from Portland tomorrow. Portland is the closest city to us and it’s about an hour south of Balsam Cliffs. So I want to make sure I get everything I need in one trip.
I add thrifting a new couch to the list, or depending how badly my brothers piss me off, I might just expense a new one to the inn.
Waking up and being able to stretch out in a king size bed instead of being stuck in a twin should be listed as one of the top five feelings of all time. I’ve never been more grateful for Mom having the forethought to buy a new mattress for this cabin.
A knock on the door has me checking my phone. I can’t believe it’s almost lunch time. I’ve never slept this late, but between the wine and the cleaning with Violet last night, I was ready to sleep for a week.
Another knock sounds, this time louder.
“I’m coming.” I throw the blankets back and pad to the front door, opening it wide for whichever brother is on the other side to come in.
Wyatt and Hunter come through one after the other.
Goodie. I get two for the price of one this morning.
“It’s almost noon, Ems.” Wyatt looks at my pajamas and I can feel him judging me.
“Sorry,” I answer him sarcastically, “I was up til almost four in the morning cleaning this place.” I gesture to the living room and kitchen that gleams in the sun.
“Why bother? We’re ripping most of it out.” Hunter walks around the kitchen, making notes in a small notebook.
“Uh, because I don’t want to live surrounded by dust?” I furrow my brows at him, looking to Wyatt for some back up.
For a brother that claims he gets involved in my life so often because he wants the best for me, living in filth doesn’t really seem up that alley. So really, I’m inclined to believe that he just doesn’t want me to date.
Crossing my arms, I stare at Hunter. “Is there a reason you woke me up and ruined my morning?”
“I didn’t ruin your morning. I told you I would stop by. I’m stopping by.” He walks into the bedroom and the bathroom. “Let’s start with the kitchen.”
Okay, I can see we’re skipping pleasantries this morning.
“Can we start with the bathroom? I can live on takeout, I can’t live with having to go to the inn to shower, or worse, one of your houses.” I pout.
