Page 33 of We Are Yours
Dark.
Calculated.
I was made this way.
Brian narrowed his eyes in my direction. “What’s going on with the redheaded bombshell sleeping under your roof?”
My lips twitched in amusement while uncertainty crossed his features.
“What do you think is happening?” I baited, seeing where this was going.
I never mentioned the black cat, and I suppose you could say I didn’t think anyone would notice her. Especially since she had done everything in her power to blend in, starting with her Wednesday Addams-inspired wardrobe.
“Is she sleeping with you or your brother?”
I cued up my pool stick, responding, “She mostly sleeps on the couch.”
“So who is she?”
“Why the sudden interest in who she is?”
“I don’t know. She’s been at your house for a while, hasn’t she?”
I shrugged. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Bullshit.”
I chuckled.
“You don’t talk about her. Why is that?”
I shrugged again. “She’s not mine to talk about.”
“She’s your brother’s, then?”
“Why does that matter?”
“What’s with the attitude?” He laughed. “You like her or something?”
“Trust me, Brian, if I liked her, she wouldn’t be passing out on our couch.”
“Does that apply to your brother, too?”
I threw back a shot of tequila as a blond-haired girl chimed in, “Did someone finally tame Kraven Knightly?”
I had no idea who this girl was, but she obviously knew me. This was usually how it went down, and then I’d be called an asshole after they got what they wanted out of me.
There was a line I wouldn’t cross with Isla. Eventually, I’d eat my words and thoughts, feeling as if no one could get my heart racing and my cock hard quite like she could. Without even trying, which only infuriated me in ways I never imagined.
Nevertheless, I loved my brother more.
My choice was him…
Until we made her choose between us instead.
“Speaking of your growing fan base…” Brian mocked. “Where’s the third to your threesome tonight?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
