“Nice to meet you, Ryan,” I tell him. And I mean it. Ryan may seem flirty but I can tell he's harmless. Reid, on the other hand - let’s just say I wouldn’t wanna meet him in a dark alley any time soon.
“Jack said we all gotta be at the warehouse in an hour,” Reid says, still standing, his arms crossed against his muscular chest.
“Warehouse?” I repeat, looking at Xander for answers. I eye all four men warily.
And they all ignore me.
“Alright, we’ll be there, don’t worry,” Xander says, looking at Reid.
“He wants us all there,” Reid says, looking straight at me.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I cross my arms over my chest in protest.
“Just f**king great,” Reid mutters, his eyes darting to Xander.
“What?” I ask.
“Of course you'd be an uptight princess,” he says, looking pissed off.
I blink once. “Fuck you.” I draw out each word.
“No, thanks,” he replies, standing there with his feet shoulder width apart, his arms crossed.
My eyes widen at his response. “I'll take you up on that offer,” Ryan says, scowling at Reid before flashing me a charming smile. A charming smile that I can imagine has worked on many before me.
“Can you guys not chase her away, please?” Xander says, rubbing his hand down his face.
Something works behind Reid’s eyes. “Let’s get ready to head out.”
Taking that as my cue to leave, I stand up and head to my room. I close the door quietly, although I want nothing more than to slam it with all my might. I lie down on my bed, pulling out my e-reader.
Time to tune out the world.
Reid
Jack’s daughter is hot.
No, she’s beautiful. Of course she’s f**king beautiful.
Jack’s told us we needa treat her like she’s family. Protect her.
And sure as hell not f**k her.
I think my dick needs to get the memo, because as soon as I saw her, it was standing to attention.
Full attention.
Big brown eyes and pouty lips begging to be kissed. She is a stunner. And her body - holy shit.
She has a body made for sin, huge tits, a tiny waist and hips that flare out. Her ass is round and heart shaped, with a lot to grab onto.
“Stop being a dick to her,” Xander warns, causing my lip to twitch.
“Jack wants to see her,” I tell Xander. I glance towards what I assume is the door to her room. I see Ryan eyeing me curiously, and I hate that he knows me so well. I don’t normally give a f**k what others think of me, of my scar. But when Summer was looking at me, I couldn’t help but lose my temper. When there are two exact versions of a person, and one is scarred, who do you think the women go for? Don’t get me wrong, I get my fair share of those who want to take a ride on the wild side. Summer doesn’t seem like that type, though. I don’t think she’s anything like the women I’m used to.
I don’t know how to feel about that.
“I’m not gonna force her to go, she just got here,” Xander narrows his eyes at me. He loves his sister, that much is clear. I know they've never met before, but Jack told me Xander had managed to write and call her over the years. Her mum was some vindictive bitch that wouldn’t let them near her, ever since Jack cheated on her. Not only did Jack cheat but the woman, Daria, got pregnant with Xander. Summer’s mother was pissed and took Summer away for good. There’s probably more to the story, but that’s all that I know.
“Tell Jack I'll bring her when she’s ready, he’ll understand,” Xander says.
“Fine, you explain,” My eyes dart to her door once again.
“Someone’s gonna need to stay here with her, I don’t wanna leave her alone,” Xander says.
“Reid can stay, he’s already seen Jack,” Ryan offers, a smile playing on his lips. Xander looks at me warily, but then gives a slight nod.
“Fine, let’s go. I’ll go and say bye to her,” Xander says, standing up and walking over to her room.
“How long have we got?” Dash asks the room.
“Two weeks,” I reply. Dash nods and stands up, heading out the front door.
“Two weeks, huh,” Ryan says.
“Yeah, I don’t know how Jack is gonna keep Summer away from this shit,” I say, looking down at my feet.
“We’ll make it work,” my brother says, forever the optimist.
“We’re gonna have to.”
Summer
I walk out of my room after unpacking everything in my suitcase. I freeze when I see Reid sitting on the beat up leather couch, slowly sipping on a beer.
“Why are you here?” I ask bluntly, walking to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Xander wanted someone to stay and keep you company,” he replies, eyes still on the TV.
“So he chose you?” I scoff.
“You got a problem with that?” he grates out, sounding irritated.
“No, sir,” I say sarcastically, closing the fridge with a push of my hip. Reid instantly turns his head, staring at me blatantly.
“What?” I ask, walking over to the couch and taking a seat opposite him. Reid rubs his temple, like I’m giving him a migraine, and doesn’t answer. My gaze roams lower, down to his muscular arms. He looks so strong, so masculine. I almost sigh in appreciation when I see how his T-shirt dips into a v, showing off a hint of his toned chest. Yum.