Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,113
almost startle at the drop to her already husky tone. With a quick glance, I expect to follow her gaze to Halder holding our baby. It’s not as if I can blame her ogling. That’s where my eyes rarely stray from. But when I track her sight, she’s gawking at Beckett. I furrow my brows, only to raise them in the next instant. “Oh.”
“Who’s that hunk of man-meat? I’d like several servings, please and thank you.” She licks her red-stained lips, a predator on the prowl.
I scoff at her choice of language. “You’re such a hussy.”
Reagan plasters a palm to her chest, fluttering long lashes at me. “Innocent me? Hardly. Just because you already snagged a Prince Charming doesn’t mean I’m off the market.”
“You don’t have to make a move on my fiancé’s brother.”
“Ah, the plot is getting steamy. I thought there was a resemblance.”
“Uh-huh. Beckett is my age, I think.”
“Gah, I knew his name would be fuck-hot. That’s one to scream while rattling a headboard.”
I don’t bother concealing a gag. “Gross.”
“Oh, quit acting like a prude. Your man is fine and all, but him?” She wags her brows at Beckett. “He’s downright rip my clothes off sexy. That family has attractive genes.”
“Halder’s butt does fill out denim very well.” I sigh while treating myself to another gander.
“You’re so funny, Blake.” She lightly bats at my arm in that distracted way girls do when they’re focusing elsewhere. “But let’s focus on what’s important. Do you think Beckett is single?”
Recalling every detail of his background isn’t difficult since I haven’t heard that much has changed attitude wise from what Halder revealed last fall. “Uh, probably?”
“Halder’s brother or not, would it be weird if I flirt with him? It’s not like I’m related to him. I promise to be nice. You wouldn’t care if we date, right?”
“No?” I manage to drag that single word out for several seconds. The repercussions of this ending poorly settle on my shoulders with a plop. Fingers crossed that Beckett isn’t a wimp when it comes to feisty brunettes.
“Super!” She claps while hopping in place. “You’re the best. Do you think he appreciates a woman going after who she wants?”
“Uh, who doesn’t?”
Reagan quirks a brow at me. “Plenty of guys. You haven’t been out of the game that long.”
I rub at the ache suddenly stabbing into my temple. “Why don’t you go ask him? I’m sure he’ll be happy to answer.”
“Kay!” She flounces off with her high-ponytail swaying.
That man better have a solid defense at his disposal. My sister isn’t shy or afraid in the slightest. Heaven forbid he chooses to keep her guessing. She’s worse than a cat cornering a mouse. Maybe I should’ve steered her away. Would my opinion really make a difference? I’m still replaying our conversation when Halder resumes his post by my side.
“So,” he bends into me. “We meet again.”
What I’m hoping resembles a lioness purr tickles my throat. “Indeed. And you’re alone.”
His chuckle is bubbling with mirth. “Your mother couldn’t take Zailey from me fast enough.”
“Pretty sure she’s been ready to be a grandmother since Reagan flew the coup.”
“It sure was kind of us to fill that gap then.”
I scratch at the stubble coating his jaw. “And not just for my mom. Your parents seem very eager to meet Zailey. They offered to babysit so we could have a date night.”
His grunt is full of suspicion. “From Trixton Falls? That’ll work well.”
“I’m hoping this is the push they need to come see us. They won’t want to skip out on all the early months.”
He tilts my chin up with the knuckle of his thumb. “Your optimism will be the downfall to their stubborn values.”
I press my lips against his for a brief kiss. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“Quite the opposite, Lee. You’re only capable of impacting for the good.”
“Your faith in me is so sexy,” I murmur.
“I’m more than willing to kneel at your altar. Just say when.” Halder lets a snarl-groan combo loose, gaining the attention of three people striding to their car. I toss them a wave while my randy fiancé sobers his expression.
“Maybe later, boss. We still have a lot of company.”
“Quite a shame.” He goes quiet for a moment. “Since you mentioned her earlier, what’s going on over there?”
I follow his path of interest to our siblings who are engaging in a seemingly captivating discussion. Their bodies are stooping inward, as if they can’t get close enough without being overly obvious. Real shocking. From