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Chloe bats her eyelashes at him. “But you promised to fulfill my every desire.”
The woman on Weston’s arm backs away. “Who are these women?”
“We’re not bitches,” Maya whispers, and I giggle.
“I didn’t sign up for an orgy,” the woman says before fleeing the apartment.
I burst into laughter. “At least she was wearing clothes.”
“My little sister, the cock blocker.” Weston wraps an arm around my shoulders and rubs his knuckles over my hair.
“Stop!”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?”
The same thing I always do. I punch him in the stomach and he releases me.
“Are you sure you want my wild sister living with you, bro?” Weston asks Flynn.
I hold up my hand before Flynn has a chance to answer. I don’t need to hear how he doesn’t want to live with me. How he’s doing my brother a favor because I have nowhere else to stay. My pride has been hurt enough since I returned to Smuggler’s Hideaway.
“Enough. Let’s get thistemporaryrelocation over with.” I herd my friends toward the door and into the hallway.
My girlfriends disperse and I follow Flynn to his house. I know where it’s located – out in the countryside between Smuggler’s Rest and Rogue’s Landing.
Smuggler’s Rest and Rogue’s Landing are two of the three small towns on the island of Smuggler’s Hideaway. The third one is Pirate’s Perch. It’s also the smallest and most isolated.
Despite knowing where Flynn’s house is, I haven’t been to visit since he bought the place. I kept away. The last thing I needed was to imagine what our life in his house would be like if only he’d see me as more than his little sister.
We arrive at the house and I park next to Flynn’s truck. My jaw drops as I study the house. The outside resembles a log cabin, but the structure is too large to be classified as a cabin.
Flynn stands in front of my car with my suitcases and nods to the house. I make sure my mouth isn’t gaping open and climb out of my car.
I follow him across the wide porch to the double front door. He unlocks the door and motions me inside.
“Wow.” The word slips out before I can stop it. The entire backside of the cabin is a wall of windows with a view over the dunes to the ocean beyond.
My feet travel to the windows before I can stop them. In the backyard, there’s a firepit with Adirondack chairs surrounding it. On the patio, there’s a large barbeque next to a table and chairs.
“I can build a fire for you later if you want,” Flynn says from next to me. “I know how much you enjoy smores.”
“Who doesn’t enjoy smores?”
“Great. I’ll get the fire going while you unpack.”
Enjoying fun times with the man I can’t have is a bad idea. A disaster in the making. An explosion worthy of Paisley’s definition when I succumb to the temptation that is Flynn Ryland.
No thanks. One rejection followed by complete and utter humiliation is my lifetime limit.
I clear my throat. “Thanks, but I think I’ll make it an early night. I’m still learning the ropes at my new job.”
He chuckles. “Aren’t you the owner at your new job?”
“I can’t let my girls down. They’ve put all their money intoFive Fathoms Brewing.If it fails…” I fail again. I’m tired of failing. Of feeling like a failure.
“It’s hardly failing, but I’ll show you to your room.”
While I follow him up the stairs, I try not to become too fascinated with his house. With the open kitchen with its large island where all my girlfriends could sit. With the living room with its sectional sofa arranged around the stone fireplace. With the cozy nook for reading the newspaper and drinking a coffee in the corner.
