Page 64 of Devious Love
She goes rigid and zeroes in on me. “I’m here to see Allan.”
I lift my chin. “In the office.”
Without another word, she storms to the office door. She’s so fucking gorgeous. It’s virtually impossible not to think about her—especially at night. The things she does in my dreams… Fuck, I couldn’t even look at Matt this morning when he told me about the lasagna she made for dinner. If he had any idea I think about his sister the way I do, he’d never talk to me again.
“I don’t think he knows you’re coming,” I tell her, because I’m an asshole. “Next time, call first.”
Without looking my way, she flips me off.
Clay snorts beside me, his expression one of amusement.
“Sorry about that,” I say as Mia steps into the office and closes the door behind her.
“Don’t worry.” His lips twitch. “It was highly entertaining.”
Layla and the little girl have moved on from looking at tools and wandered closer.
“That’s Mia,” I say. “She’s my best friend’s little sister.” I swallow thickly and look away. “And my stepsister.”
Layla snorts. “A sibling’s love is priceless, isn’t it?”
I wince at that word.Sibling. I’ll never think of Mia as my sister, especially after what happened.
“We’ve never really gotten along.” I clear my throat. “Sorry. It’s a very long story, and you’re not here to listen to it.” I clapmy hands and turn to Clay. “So, is it all right if I drive your car to Santa Clara when I’m finished?”
“Sure. As long as it’s not a problem for you.”
I wave a dismissive hand. “Not at all. This way, I can drive our loaner back. I’ll call before I leave to make sure you’re in town.”
Once Clay’s filled me in on what he wants us to do with his G-Wagon, he and Layla say goodbye. As I’m walking them out, my dad’s office door opens, and Mia storms out.
“Dammit,” she mumbles, rummaging for something in her purse. “Where’s my damn phone?” When she finds it, she checks the screen and curses. “Shit. Of course I’m late.”
I don’t know what demon possesses me to do it, but I call out to her, “Do you need a ride?”
She halts in her tracks and turns my way. The heat behind her glare makes my heart thump harder. When she’s around, all I want to do is look at her, and it’s so fucking wrong.
“Not from you.” Chin lifted, she skirts around Layla and her daughter. Her expression softens for an instant when she waves at the little girl with a smile, and then she’s gone.
Beside me, Clay clears his throat, ripping me out of my trance.
“See you, man.” He holds out his hand to me, barely holding back a smirk.
Pushing thoughts of Mia out of my head, I shake it. “Bye. And sorry again.”
“It’s totally fine,” Layla chimes in from the open door. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Once they leave, I stride for Dad’s office. “Need anything from me before I head out?”
“Nope. Enjoy the weekend.” Dad smiles, wrinkles bracketing his mouth. “You did great today.”
I stuff my hands into the pockets of my coveralls. “Are you talking about Clay?”
“Yeah, I heard most of your conversation. You were professional and very knowledgeable.” He tilts his head. “He seems like a down-to-earth guy.”
“I don’t think Ethan would give him the time of day if he was a spoiled snob.”
“True.” Dad nods. “I talked to Brody today. He’s still in Spain.”
