Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
That wasn’t a question she was ready for. “I don’t know. I guess I thought you would be helping Mom deal with my latest attempt on Dad’s health and happiness. I didn’t mean to freak him out. I was only trying to do my job.”
“Mom can handle Dad. She’s excellent at it. Sometimes I wish she wasn’t so good at it or that they would at least, like, lock the door or keep it to the club,” Greer replied with a delicate shudder. “I knew for a fact that there was zero chance Ruby didn’t have a way to contact you so I showed up on her doorstep at six this morning with Gigi in tow because she heard the story from one of the Taggarts. The lawyer with the baby, I think. Let me tell you The Hideout’s gossip grapevine does not stop for sleep.”
Excellent. So everyone knew she’d fucked up. “I’m still surprised Dad let you out of his sight.”
“Didn’t have a choice,” Greer replied. “I knew the minute Gigi told me what was happening that there was probably a bodyguard on his way to my place, so I managed to not be at my place. I went to Gigi’s and we went to yours and got you everything you could need, and then Ruby yelled at us for a long time.”
“Good, because that was dangerous. They could have been watching my place.” She didn’t say they could have followed Ruby because Ruby would have made damn sure no one was watching.
“Yeah. Ruby mentioned that a couple hundred times,” Greer admitted. “She can yell really loud.”
If Ruby was yelling, then she was annoyed, not truly angry. When Ruby got mad she went still and silent and cold as ice. “What you did was dangerous.”
“Well, I was taking after my little sis,” Greer replied. “Though I didn’t consider grabbing some undies and clothes and your makeup to be a walk on the wild side. That’s what you did last night. I thought we were never going to marry two boys. We made a deal and everything.”
They’d been teens and their parents were weird and obnoxiously in love, and two dads seemed like a lot to put on a girl, so they’d pinkie sworn to be normal. “Yeah, well, we were kids. I suppose we always look for the type of relationship we understand.”
“You understand Dad?”
“No one understands Dad,” Harlow shot back. She sat down on the couch, taking a bite of the bear claw. It was cinnamony and tasted like comfort. All she needed was a cup of coffee.
“Hey, it’s not your usual brand, but it’ll have to do in a pinch.” Niall was walking toward her holding a mug. “Your partner is bossy. I’m going to check and make sure Jensen isn’t suffering the PTSD of having his dick hang out in front of your family.”
He turned and walked away.
The man was heavenly. Even after all the stuff that happened last night Niall was looking freaking fine. And he brought her coffee. Since they started dating, he always got up before she did and made a big pot of coffee and brought it to her and they would sit in bed and talk about the upcoming day.
It was dumb because it had only been a couple of days, and she already missed the ritual.
Greer leaned over as though watching him leave. “Tell your partner he has nothing to be ashamed of. It was a good way to start the day.” She frowned back at Harlow. “He could have brought me one.”
It was petty, but she kind of liked that Niall had only thought of her. Greer was gorgeous and sweet and way more feminine than Harlow, and every single boyfriend she’d ever had flirted with her sister. Greer didn’t flirt back. She would never, but it still rankled that they all took care of Greer.
“I’ll get you one.” It was totally okay for her to take care of her sister.
Greer reached out, putting a hand on hers to stop her from standing. “I don’t need coffee. I need to know you’re okay. I’m joking about the whole threesome thing. I’m actually worried about it because up until yesterday, I didn’t know this Jensen guy existed and you were barely dating Niall. It’s not like you to move so fast.”
“What if I told you it’s only sex,” Harlow tried. “I had a lot to deal with yesterday and I needed some stress relief.”
Greer’s eyes rolled. “I would call bullshit. Not because I don’t think sex can be casual. It can, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But it’s not how you work. If you sleep with someone, you care about them. I’m worried you’re going to twist that care into something it’s not.”
“I don’t understand.”
Her sister’s brows rose, her dumbass-said-what expression. “Tell me you’re not angry with Niall. I don’t know the Jensen situation since you don’t talk to me like that, but I do know you’ve been happy with Niall the last few days. You actually had lunch with me, and it wasn’t a three-martini lunch where you show me how much you don’t fit at the country club.”