Page 137 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
“Nah, Little Liar, I’m just here to remind you of exactly what you need.”
And I was afraid what I needed was him.
TWENTY-SIX
THEO
Otto
I’ve got the 411. Official diagnosis: heart eyes.
Otto
Guess who asked my Moonflower to meet him at that little holiday boutique downtown to buy Christmas tree ornaments? Ornaments for one Piper Whittman and her little boy Finn…
Kane
Told you the fucker was smitten.
Otto
Smitten as a kitten. Purring and begging for a pet.
River
Girl seemed cool as shit.
Kane
For sure. Told you our Little Piper Poo is a keeper. That is if Theo doesn’t chase her away with his manwhoring ways. Second thought, with that face. We really know what would send the woman running for the hills.
Otto
Thinking our boy might be reformed. That’s what happens when you get struck by lightning.
I readthrough the bullshit speculation my brothers were spewing this morning as I idled in my truck outside of Ivy Threads. Sitting there acting like I needed to check messages when really the whole problem was I didn’t know how to haul my ass from where I could just glimpse Piper moving around behind the glinting panes of glass that housed Emery’s store.
Cock hard and definitelybegging for a pet.
Never thought a ten-minute car ride could have me more spun up than an hour of foreplay with someone else.
Kane
Question is, did that bolt of lightning fix that face?
I rolled my eyes, unsure if it was annoyance or amusement tugging at the fringes of my consciousness as I tapped out a reply.
Me
Let’s be real, brother. You’re just upset that when you get up and look in the mirror in the morning, it’s not me.
Kane
Knew you were lurking…in more ways than one.
Could sense movement to my right, and I shifted to peer out through the passenger side window to find the clown with his nose pressed to the big pane of glass that fronted the shop, waving his phone at me as another text blipped through.
Kane
