Page 17 of Tempted By the Broken Cowboy
“It comes with the territory, baby sis.”
She’s about to respond when her eyes focus on something behind me and she gets a cheeky smile on her face. “Looks like you spoke too soon.”
“What do you mean?”
She points to whatever she’s looking at, forcing me to turn around. “You see that purple jeep headed straight for us?”
“Yeah?”
“Does it seem familiar to you?”
“No, should it?”
“Yes,” she nods, looking like she’s holding in a laugh.
I’m puzzled, wondering why she’s so amused as I try to recall why that car should seem familiar to me. It’s still too far for me to make out the driver, and the windows are tinted, so I wouldn’t be successful either way.
Purple jeep. Purple jeep. Purple jeep? Oh shit!
“No!” I exclaim, turning to Ella in shock when I connect the dots.
She chuckles and nods. “Yes.”
“Fuck. What is she doing here?” I mutter more to myself, but she manages to hear me.
“I guess she made up her mind,” Ella shrugs as she gets to her feet.
“Hell no!” I curse as I stomp down the front steps.
By the time Quinn parks in front of the house, I’m already waiting for her. She takes her sweet time getting out of the jeep, so I do the honors of getting the door for her. She’s taken aback as we nearly bump foreheads.
“What are you doing here?” I demand, not giving her a chance to say anything.
“Hello to you too, Beck. Thank you for getting my door.”
“Drop the sarcasm. Why are you here?”
She stops smiling and crosses her arms over her chest defensively. “What do you think? I’m here to work.”
“What do you mean, work? I thought we had an agreement?”
“We agreed that I would think about it, which I have, and this is the decision I have come to.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” I groan, my grip tight on her door handle to the point where it hurts my palm.
“Then it’s not a very funny joke, is it?” she retorts.
This cannot be happening. She was supposed to stay away, but here she is, looking ready to drive me crazy.
“Switch your car back on and drive away,” I request as calmly as possible.
“Not gonna happen. I’m here to stay, so you better start getting used to it,” she asserts as she jumps out of her car, forcing me to step back.
She goes around to the trunk and retrieves two huge suitcases.
“What do you need all those for? Are you moving in?!”
She’s not the one who replies, but Jace, who materializes out of nowhere from behind us. “Yes, she is, for the next eight weeks.”
