Page 39 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

You’ll really wear a suit?I asked him, wondering why he would agree to such a thing.

“Babe, I’ll wear a fucking garbage bag if it puts a smile on your face.”

I laughed, standing from the chair as Sammy and Cheesy entered the building. My laughter quickly died at the scowl on Sammy’s face. It amazed me how they were twins and yet, were nothing alike.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded, looking between Cyrus and me.

Cyrus rose to his full height, stepping up behind me. “What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal.” Sammy stared at us.

As much as I didn’t want to, I was the one to look away first. I went to walk around Cyrus when he caught my arm.

The touch was gentle, but it forced me to look up into his dark eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding about that date, pet,” he said. “Tell me when you want me to pick you up and I’ll be there. In a suit.”

I could feel Sammy staring daggers into the back of my head, so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed up a response.

Yes, I’m ready for our date. I’m done work at 6pm tomorrow evening.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

I nodded, stood on tiptoes, and placed a soft peck on his cheek. The scruff from his light beard tickled my lips. Before his brother could say or do anything else, I left the room.

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(Cyrus)

As I watched Ainsleyleave and disappear down a long hall, a throat clearing forced my head back around.

I found Sammy and Cheesy both staring back at me. “What?”

Cheesy shook his head. “No issues from me, man. You’re bigger than me. We’re cool,” he said quickly.

“You’re bigger than me too but I don’t give a shit about that. What’s going on with you and her?” Sammy demanded, like it was any of his business.

“I like her if you must know, brother.” I lifted my hand before he could speak. “I love you but right now, you’re being a fucker. Whatever happens between Ainsley and me, stays between us.”

Sammy’s frown deepened, something flashing behind his eyes. “Cheesy, you got somewhere to be, don’t you?” he asked him, not taking his eyes off of me.

“Yeah. I’ll go see if Ainsley needs help,” Cheesy muttered, heading down the same hall Ainsley had.

“What the fuck is your deal, Sam?” I asked him once we were alone.

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