Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Logan clears his throat. “You’re sharing a hotel room?”
I grit my teeth. “I told you I’m not letting her out of my sight.”
“Fuck,” Logan curses. “So help me, Zach, she’s my little sister.”
I stand up and rub my hand across my face. “I know she’s your sister.” I suck in a breath and let it out. “We need to talk when you get back.”
Skyler stands taller, surprise lifting her eyes.
“Zach,” Logan says, voice strained. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
I hold my phone tighter. I don’t want to have this conversation now, but I also don’t want to hide from it. “You know me, Lo. You know who I am, and you know that I would never hurt Skyler.”
“Mother fuckin’ asshole. So help me, I will whoop your ass when I see you. Let me talk to my sister.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You want to talk to her, you need to calm down first. I won’t have you upsetting her.”
Logan gasps into the phone. “What the fuck? She’s my sister.”
I stand up and pace the floor. “She may be, but I’m still not going to let you upset her.”
Skyler is wrapping a towel around her body as she walks over to me and holds her hand out. I want to protect her, but I remind myself that it’s her brother, and she’s been worried about him all week. I hand the phone over to her, and all I can hear is her side of the conversation.
“Hey, bub.”
“Yes, I’m okay.”
“I promise you, I’m okay.”
“Yes, the brand trip is going good. When will you be home?”
“I love you too.”
She hands the phone back to me, and I put it to my ear as I hold her with my free hand. I’m still naked, but she’s covered her body with a towel, and I can’t wait to peel it off of her. “Hey, Logan, how’s the mission going? You need anything?”
He blows out a breath, and I can hear the frustration in his voice. “No, it’s moving. Not as fast as I’d like, but it’s okay. Take care of my sister, all right, brother?”
I tug Sky against my chest. “Yeah, I got her, Lo. Don’t worry about anything here. Take care of yourself.”
He grunts. “Yeah, and we’ll have that talk when I get back.”
He hangs up before I can answer him, and I toss my phone onto the bed. I pull at the towel wrapped around Sky’s body. “Now how about that shower?”
She loops her arms around my neck, pressing her body to mine. “Okay.”
I lift her into my arms, and she giggles. Right here and now, I know that I want to spend the rest of my life listening to her laugh.
CHAPTER 12
SKYLER
The morning after.
I’ve read about these and seen it talked about in television shows. I lie plastered to Zach’s chest with his arms and legs wrapped around me. I don’t want this to be awkward and know I should play it cool, but I’m not sure how to do that exactly.
Zach’s voice is husky and sleep-laden. “What are you thinking about, Sky?”
I tense for just a second and then go limp in his arms. “The morning after. I’m not sure how this works. Do I act like last night was no big deal and just go about my day? Am I supposed to put my guard back up and try to get some distance between us?”
Instantly, his arms tighten around me. “Fuck that,” he grunts.
I press my cheek against his bare chest. “Okay, fine. Then tell me how I’m supposed to act after last night.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I don’t want you to act any way. I want you to just be yourself.”
I blink. “Okay, but I want you to know that just because it was my first time, I’m not going to turn into some clingy psychopath or anything. I know what last night was and—”
I’m flipped to my back, and Zach hovers over me. “Oh yeah, what was it?” He glares at me. “And if you say it was a one-night stand or some crazy shit like that, then I’m going to have to show you different.”
My eyebrows shoot up. A part of me wants to mess with him just to see what he’ll do, but another part of me doesn’t want to play any games. I bury my face into his chest. “Well, I know what last night meant to me, but—”
He leans back, lifts my face, and gazes into my eyes. “What did it mean to you?”
I’m taken aback just looking at him. He’s so handsome it’s a little overwhelming. He was nicknamed Hollywood, Fabio, Handsome, and Hottie when he was younger, and none of them do him justice. He’s just breathtaking to look at and way out of my league. I start to ramble. “Do you know how handsome you are?” Before he can answer, I shrug. “I mean, I’m sure you know, and honestly, it’s a little overwhelming how beautiful you are.”