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Just as I wanted to nod, a loud knock sounded on the door. I jumped off him and quickly buttoned my shirt. When I glanced at him, he was buttoning his own shirt. And looked angry at whoever had interrupted.
I was angry, too. But as the door slowly opened, all that vanished. The person couldn't wait for a response?
A young lady walked in. Strawberry blonde hair, tanned skin, and the same pair of striking blue eyes glanced between us. “Hello, brother.”
thirteen
Ethan
Fuck .
I crossed my legs and watched Evie bow slightly before hurrying out of the office.
Irritation filled me when I turned to my sister. Blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and attractive to other guys who weren't me, Gwendolyn stood unmoving before me.
She raised her brows. Then quirked her lips slightly. I couldn't tell if she knew what Evie and I had just done or if she was being her usual quirky self.
“What?” I scoffed, not in the mood for anything.
“That's definitely not the first thing I expected you to say after two years of not seeing your baby sister.”
That's what I'd say when you interrupted a critical… an irrational moment. Fuck. Only Evie could get me from angry to horny in seconds.
I met my sister’s amused stare with a dry one. “You've been living life in Australia. Forgive me for not thinking you’d appear out of nowhere on a random morning.”
Perhaps her appearance was a good thing? It stopped me from making a mistake.
She tilted her head. “Your humor has improved too.”
Typical Gwen.
“Cut it, Gwendolyn.”
“Call me Gwen.” She smirked.
“Cut it, Gwen.”
“Beg me.”
I frowned. “Aren’t you like thirty or what?”
“Thirty-five”
“Stop being childish.”
She shrugged before plopping down on the chair opposite mine. “I miss this.”
“I don’t.”
She eyed me. “I didn't say I miss you.”
“That's not what I-”
Filling my lungs with much-needed breath, I shook my head.
This was Gwendolyn, the youngest. I was the first, followed by Henry, a fashion designer, and Gwen. My relationship with my siblings was strained, but at least with Harry, it was a mature understanding. Gwen was a wild card. And I didn’t like not knowing what to expect from her.
It was just the four of us, including Mother. Father had passed away.
