Page 18 of Belong With Me

“What happened out there to get you all worked up like this?”

“What? Nothing happened.”

Shrugging nonchalantly, he continued with his chatting. “She’s a total babe, I’ll give her that. When I walked into the house earlier and saw that ass, hell.” The whistle he released of his appreciation filled the cabin of the truck. And grated on my nerves.

“That’s enough,” I cut him off, not needing to hear where Logan’s thoughts were headed. Not when I was sure mine were already going in the same direction.

Sienna was unlike any woman I had ever laid my eyes on. Jet black hair that fell down her back. Long legs that looked even longer, thanks to those high-as-heck heels. Curves that should come with their own warning sign.

I mean, damn. A body like that made a man think about things that he shouldn’t. Not when he didn’t know her.

“So. We’re due for a session soon,” Logan said after a few moments, as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. “We’ll have to block out some time to shoot some cans, work out our frustrations.”

Shooting a sideways glance at him, I replied, “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me. I hope you’re ready to have your ass handed to you though.”

“We’ll see, brother, we’ll see,” Logan said as we hit the main drive of the house. A few seconds later we were parked at the front steps, Milo and Oz barking loudly as we pulled up.

“I’m ready for some of those peaches and cream!” Logan declared, opening the door and grabbing one of Sienna’s suitcases from between us. I picked up the other two and we headed up the stairs into the house.

Kenzie bounded into the entryway from the dining room, where I could see Van putting dessert on the table.

Kenzie squealed excitedly as Logan and I deposited the luggage at the foot of the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” Sienna asked as she followed her. “Is everything alright?” Her voice filled with concern.

“You have Louis Vuitton luggage.” Kenzie pointed at the bags.

“Oh. Yeah, I do.” She smiled at my baby sister. “That’s what made you squeal?”

“Yep.”

I raised an eyebrow at Sienna as she headed to the table. Typical city girl. “How did it go?” she asked, pulling me from my thoughts of the expense of the bags and what was likely inside them. I was so lost that I didn’t even notice I was still wearing my hat and boots as we reached the table.

Just how wealthy was she? She spoke as though she had a good upbringing. She held herself like those who were born with a silver spoon. And the luggage was incredibly well made and good quality.

My thoughts drifted to what I could do if I had that kind of money. Like, I don’t know, actually pay for the lawyer I needed to front up against the oil company sniffing at our land. I rested my hands on the chair Sienna sat in before I pulled it out for her. In layman’s terms, I told her, “Well. It’s not going to be a quick fix.”

“Really?” She looked at Logan with wide eyes.

He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I’ll put in a couple of calls tomorrow and have a thorough look at every inch of it and let you know as soon as I can. And then put in a call to the rental company.”

“Okay,” she agreed, I pushed her chair into the table. After seating myself, I slid a bowl of peaches and cream that Van handed me to Sienna and she gave me a small, grateful smile.

Dessert was its usual family affair; the others were laughing with their normal ease, with a couple of questions aimed at the stunning woman beside me.

They seemed happy enough, so I spent most of the time just listening. Logan sent me a few covert glances every few minutes, probably checking to make sure I was okay considering how quiet I’d been tonight. A couple of times he opened his trap to say something—probably a smart-ass comment—but I shot him down each time with a glare venomous enough to peel paint.

He understood the consequences of saying something he shouldn’t. He covered himself by eating, or making comments about something else.

When Sienna yawned, I prompted her to head upstairs and got her luggage up to her room.

I set the bags by the bed, and quickly checked that Kenzie had given her towels. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to stay around her longer. Heck, I didn’t even know what I was thinking at the moment. She watched me as I moved through the room.

I stalled as long as I could, then told her where my room was. I didn’t know why either. Maybe she would need something? Maybe she’d discover she wasn’t doing too well after the crash, and might need to see Doc? Should I call him now and get him to come have a look at her? Maybe she would want to talk about everything that happened today? And if so, would she want to talk to me about it?

I gestured in the direction of my room and finally took her response as my cue to leave.

For some unknown bloody reason as I grabbed the door handle, I added, “Sweet dreams, Sienna-Grace. Sleep well.”Smooth as fuck, I told myself and closed the door before I could say anything else to embarrass myself. I paused in the hallway, listening in case she came to the door. After a few moments, her footsteps moved away, so I took myself to my room. I was dark and broody, and yet embarrassed as hell right now.

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