Page 59 of Be Your Anything
“I didn’t know… I just, Paige told me everyone was at Harbor’s tonight,” she says, still standing with a hand over her eyes.
“We were,” I reply. “You can open your eyes now.”
Hannah peeks through her fingers before lowering her hand from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, giving me a shy smile.
I can’t help but laugh.
“No, Hannah, you have nothing to be sorry for. I told you when you moved in that you wouldn’t have to worry about this kind of stuff happening in the main areas of the house.” I clear my throat and glance at Wyatt, who is trying to hide his own amusement. “I got distracted and forgot that, andI’msorry.”
She nods, her eyes finally looking over to Remmy, who is standing a few feet behind me, a confused expression on her face.
“Oh shit,” I say, laughing. “I need to do some introductions, clearly. Hannah, this is my girlfriend Remmy. Remmy, this is Hannah Morrison. My sister.”
Remmy is mid-wave when I finally say how I know Hannah, and her head nearly flies off her neck.
“Sister?” Her voice is incredulous, almost completely disbelieving. “Since when do you have a sister?”
Only now do I realize I haven’t told Remmy anything about Hannah—orIvy. I haven’t told her about Hannah moving in with me or that she’s been here for the past few months, or about the situation with Ivy and Wyatt.
My stomach rolls, that same niggling thing in the back of my mind telling me there’s areasonI haven’t shared this with Remmy.
“Ummm…” I struggle with answering, feeling the simultaneous pull to spill everything on top of a hint of resentment that Remmy hasn’t been around.
“It’s kind of a long story,” Hannah offers, giving that super uncomfortable giggle that makes my shoulders drop. “And I’ll let Lucas share that with you. I’m just gonna…get out of your hair.” She wrings her hands together. “I’ll be right back and then we’re gone.”
She turns and hightails it up the stairs to her bedroom, leaving quiet discomfort in her wake as both Wyatt and Remmy are looking at me like I should be mitigating this situation.
“It’s been a while, Rem,” Wyatt says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “I didn’t realize you were coming back this weekend.”
Remmy’s eyes stay on me for a bit too long before she finally turns to look at Wyatt, a guy she’s known for about as long as I have, since we were in elementary school at least.
“Yeah, it was…kind of a last-minute decision.”
I feel relieved at that knowledge, since it would make me a really shitty boyfriend if she’d told me before and I forgot. Though I was never able to really dig up the courage to ask her that earlier, I’m glad to have the information now.
“Well…sounds like tomorrow is going to be a fun day,” Wyatt says, his eyes connecting with mine. “Full of…fun.”
I shake my head, irritated at how strange he’s acting. “Thanks for that amazing description.”
Wyatt shrugs. “Hey, just making small talk.”
“So you’re…what? Dating Lucas’ sister?” Remmy interjects, her arms crossed, her hip leaning against the couch.
At that, Wyatt’s expression completely changes, and it lightens something in my chest. Tonight might be a weird night, but seeing my sister’s boyfriend react likethatwhen asked about his relationship? That makes me happy, feels like a reassurance I didn’t realize I needed.
“Yeah.”
Remmy snorts, and I grit my teeth, my head jerking in her direction with a glare I try to rein in before she notices.
“I thought you were always going to be one of those guys who fucks anything that moves,” she says, and my brows furrow at the layer of malice lacing her voice. “Since when are you the dating type?”
“Since he met me,” Hannah says, popping out from the stairwell, a small bag flung over her shoulder.
Remmy makes a humming noise that sounds something like disbelief. “Well, just girl to girl, be careful. Wyatt here has been quite the ladies’ man in the past, and I’d hate for you to get hurt.”
Hannah’s hand drops to Wyatt’s and she links their fingers together. “Maybe it’s just me,” she replies, “but I always thought when you found something important, you latched on and held it as close as possible. You don’t keep searching for something else that could be better just because you might get hurt.”
My sister’s words might seem innocuous at first listen, but there is a clear underlying message within them, one that has my personal level of unease growing rapidly.
