Page 97 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Where…where would I store my stuff?”
“My house. Or Freddie’s house, technically, but we have space. We’ve got plenty of attic and garage space. I was thinking you could…you know…stay with us.” I rush to add, “Temporarily of course, until you get a new place.”
She blinks, and I think she’s going to tell me to go pound salt, because I knowexactlywhat it must look like.
Dancing with her, kissing her, sending her dick pics and then showing up demanding her time and telling her I’m going to gether stuff back and she’s going to stay with me—and my brothers. I look like a demanding asshole, and I know it, but I swear…
“You’ve thought about this,” she says softly. She focuses on my hair, snipping some more edges, and the fine hairs flutter to the ground.
“I have,” I say solidly. “I know it’s a lot, I get that, but?—”
“You’ve talked to your brothers about this?”
I tense, knowing I shouldn’t lie, but…where’s the harm? Freddie’snotgoing to kick her out. Not if sheneeds him.
Not ifwe’rewhat she needs.
And Tommy…I can’t see him having that big of a problem with it.
Especially if he’skissedher.
I try not to think about that, though, and keep my focus on the task at hand—helping Nora. That’s more important than anything else, right now.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
“Yeah, of course,” I lie.
She nods. “Okay.”
I turn once she lets go of my head and pulls the scissors away.
“Okay?” I ask, expecting there to be more of an issue. An argument. Something.
But instead, I’m met with bright blue eyes and a warm smile.
“Okay,” she says. “It’s probably best we get my things while he’s gone, and that will make things a little easier.”
“Right.”
She unclips my cape, and I stand, coming around to face her. She brushes the hair off my shoulder, and it falls to the ground.
“I really am sorry, for what it’s worth,” I say, realizing how close we are. “About you and Brett.”
Nora keeps her gaze trained on mine, her blue eyes watery and full of questions neither of us want to ask. But maybe we don’t need to.
I settle one hand on her hip and she doesn’t jump or startle. She eases into my touch so softly, so faintly it’s almost unnoticeable.
But I feel her pulse, beneath the warm leggings she wears.
I see the way her lips part ever so slightly as she looks up at me.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice low. Sweet.
Sexy.
“Mhmm. You uh…ready to go or do you need a minute?”
She swallows, hard. “I’ll ring you up first, and then we’ll go.”
