Page 19 of A Little Twist

For a long, long time he was so fiercely angry, even I wasn’t sure he’d ever find his way back to the light. Until Britt drove back into town in a beat-up Ford pickup with bad brakes.

“May we all be so lucky as to be nearly run over by a truck.” I can’t resist, now that Aiden’s actually smiling at people again.

“Don’t get too cocky.” He levels his gaze on me. “You’re up next.”

“Not me.” I shake my head. “Love is not on my agenda.”

“That’s what I said.”

“I’m not you.”

“No, you’re not.” Aiden squints one eye at me. “You’ll probably pine after some girl for years instead of taking your shot.”

“I like how you make me sound like an asshole.” My sarcasm hides my surprise.What the fuck is he, a psychic?“I prefer not to rush into things. I take my time with relationships, just like I take my time with whiskey.”

“Women are not whiskey.”

“You said a mouthful there, brother.” Adam shoves his light brown hair away from his blue eyes.

Aiden holds his tumbler, pointing at both of us. “I’m picking up on a lot of unspoken shit right now. What are you two not saying?”

Luckily his phone buzzes, and he finishes his drink before checking the message.

“You’re off duty tonight, Sheriff.” I pour him another finger of single barrel.

I add more to Adam’s and my glasses as well when I glance up and see a light in Aiden’s blue eyes. A smile breaks across his face, and I know it’s a text from Britt. She’s the one person besides his son who can make him smile that way.

“What is it?” I ask, nodding at the device.

She’s with Cass and Piper tonight, and I haven’t been able to get Cass Dixon off my mind since our encounter in Britt’s apartment. Watching her today in the kitchen swaying her cute little ass while she made the most delicious cake I’ve ever tasted didn’t help matters.

Then she said my name that way, Alexander Thomas Stone. I’m not pining for her, and I’m not blowing my shot, despite what my oldest brother might say. Cass has been a variable I’ve never had time to solve for, and now that my life is somewhat calm, perhaps I can start.

“Bachelorette party.” Aiden turns the phone so Adam and I can see the photo, and I almost choke on my drink.

Britt’s in the middle with her two friends on each side of her, and they all have their full lips pursed around tiny dicks. It’s silly, but damn, the image it conjures hits me directly below the belt.

The thought of Cass on her knees, looking up at me that way with my dick in her mouth… A sheen of sweat forms on the back of my neck, and I feel myself looking at it too long. Apparently, I’m not the only one.

Aiden whips his phone away, and now it’s his turn to hassle us. “What the fuck were those looks about? Adam, you’d better not be thinking of Britt, or I’ll punch your microdick.”

“Microdick, my ass.” He adjusts his crotch. “I wasn’t looking at Britt.”

My eyes cut to our youngest brother. He’d better not be thinking of Cass the same way I was, or we’re going to have a problem.

“You’re still hung up on that promise you made about Piper?” Aiden puts his phone face down on the bar, and my eyes linger on it.

“That was between us.” Adam’s voice changes in a way that pulls my attention to him.

His eyes are downcast, and he’s sliding his thumb up and down the side of his glass.

“What’s this about a promise?” I polish off my drink and lean my forearms on the bar. “Sounds more like you two are keeping secrets from me.”

“It’s nothing.” He pushes the glass away.

“That look wasn’t nothing.”

With a heavy exhale, he explains. “The night of his accident, Rex made me promise to take care of Piper if anything happened to him.”

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