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My heart thudded my chest and butterflies swirled in my stomach.
“Relax, Vick, we’re just enjoying an action movie together.”
I slammed my fist into his shoulder. “Don’t call me Vick. I am not a man.”
“Sometimes you act as cold as a man.”
“I don’t.” I huffed. “Taking shit from anyone isn’t in my DNA.”
“Yeah, don’t I know it,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Watch the movie, Vicky.”
∞
Our love-hate relationship continued over the years. Linda parked at the end of the circle drive of our mansion. “What the fuck is going on here?” I scanned the driveway filled with cars.
“I’ve only been away for three days.”
Faint music bellowed from the backyard. I sighed. “It’s probably Hayden throwing another party.”
Linda gripped the steering wheel. “Do you want to crash at my house?”
“No, after that flight back from Chicago, I just want to lie in my bed.”
I kissed her rosy cheek.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
“Thanks. Talk to you tomorrow.” I retrieved my luggage from the trunk.
Rolling my suitcase toward the house, the street lamps popped on. Listening to these assholes act like nuts all night, shit not sure I could take it. Maybe I should check into the Ritz up the street. Shit, I promised my parents I’d keep an eye on those assholes. My eyes darted over to the four-car garage. Two large trucks blocked me in. Fuck. The music grew louder as I walked deeper into the house. Chatter and laughter erupted from the backyard.
“Yeah, all the way down, baby.” His dark mane fell back against the top of the plush gray sofa.
My eyes widened. “Hayden!”
“Shit!” He hopped up and yanked up his swim trunks so fast, he almost stepped on the girl who catered to his hormonal needs.
“Vicky, what are you doing here? I thought you were returning tomorrow.”
“Wrong, Hayden. I was returning today. Mom and dad, remembered. That is why they went away for the weekend, because they knew I’d be here.”
I grimaced at the bitch on her knees. “Twit, disappear. I’m trying to talk to my brother.”
She scurried out of the room.
“Jeez, Vick, don’t be a bitch.”
I pointed my finger toward him. “Do not stoop to wolf boy’s level, calling me fucking Vick,” I growled.
My brother’s blue eyes brightened. “I’ll take your suitcase upstairs, Vicky. There’s cake in the kitchen.”
He jogged around the sofa, swiping my luggage handle out of my hand and darted up the stairs.
“Cake. Why do we have cake?” I said aloud, strolling into the kitchen. The lights along the outlining of the pool shimmered through the house. Grabbing a saucer from the cabinet, I stepped to the counter. My smile dropped.
