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"Spill your guts, Tara. Now."
"Calli is shacking up with a Scottish hottie she met in Chicago."
"What?!" Yeah, I definitely shouted that loudly enough to make the entire hotel room quake. "And you weren't going to tell me about that? What if the guy's a predator?"
"Come on, Gav. You're overreacting. Calli is too smart to fall for a creep."
I think I just growled. Literally. "Where are they?"
"Well, um...at Calli's house in Michigan."
"Good girl. Now, go enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."
My sister is shacking up with some Scottish guy she just met. I still can't believe it, even while I'm flying across the Midwest to get to Calli and...save her, I guess. I didn't take the time to formulate a battle plan. I'd love to sucker punch the dirtbag, then drag him to the nearest cliff and chuck him off it. The waters of Lake Superior are very, very cold. Even if he didn't die from the fall, maybe at least his dick would get frostbite and fall off.
How could Calli not even mention that she had a boyfriend? We used to be so close, especially after our parents died. Now, she's keeping a secret from me.
Time to surprise Calli with a visit from her big brother.
I jump on an airliner and fly straight to the Houghton County Memorial Airport in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Then I grab a rental car and violate the speed laws to get to Calli's house in the woods.
Finally, I step onto the porch and ring the bell.
The door swings open.
Calli's eyes go wide.
I frown at her. "Why aren't you answering your phone?"
"My phone?" She stares at me blankly like she can't remember who I am or what a phone is. Then she abruptly straightens and rolls her shoulders back, meeting my gaze directly. "I've been busy."
She probably meant to say "getting busy." Christ, I never imagined my sister would ever behave this way. Calli doesn't offer any further explanation, and she doesn't move aside to let me into the house either.
I squint at her. "Are you going to tell me, or do I have to tell you?"
"Tell you what?"
I slant toward her. "I talked to Tara."
My sister does her damnedest to seem clueless, but I've known Calli all her life. She can't snow me that easily. But she tries anyway, blinking swiftly like she's confused. "What did Tara say?"
I can't help it. My fury boils up, and I flatten my lips right before I hiss, "You're living with some foreign guy."
"I'm not living with him. His motel room was damaged by a burst pipe, and he couldn't find anywhere else to stay."
"You've got a strange man in your house, not a stray puppy."
Though she clearly doesn't want me to go inside the house, I barge in anyway. No time for civility. I'm on a mission to smack down the jackass who has seduced my sister. Calli keeps behaving strangely, like when she uses her body to block my view of the hallway---not to mention her totally fake innocent expression.
My sister's crazy-but-cute puppies barrel into the house, then swiftly race down the hall with their ears pricked and their tails wagging. I have a strong suspicion about the cause of their sudden flight.
It came from Scotland and is probably screwing my sister.
Then I know for sure. How? Because a shirtless guy with wet hair, who wears only a pair of low-slung jeans, just sauntered out of the hallway.
I clench my fists so hard that my nails dig into my palms. My eyes narrow to slits, and I think my nostrils actually flare like a bull about to charge a matador.
"Hello," the Scottish asshole says in a cheerful tone. He has the gall to grin at me too.
