Lines Drawn (Drawn to You #2) - Ker Dukey Page 0,38

do.”

I look up at his sincerity. “What about you? Does he have you?”

His eyes never waver. “Yes. I love my brother and want what’s best for him.”

I feel my head bopping up and down. “Good.” I smile. “Then I think maybe we will be friends too.”

He takes my hand and softly kisses it. “I hope so.”

He opens the door and steps out. I hold the door open and wave.

THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN and I’m surprised to see Aidan on the landing, and Antonia standing in her doorway, wrapped in that awful itchy blanket she keeps on her sofa. The number of times I’ve woken up from being passed out on her couch to a rash from that fucking fuzzy thing is too many to count.

“Hey. My temporary manager made an appearance so I got off early.” I grin. “I see you’ve welcomed my brother in the special Antonia way.”

I drop my eyes to roam her tight little body, tipping my head to the side for effect.

“I didn’t see your note, so yes, your brother got the Antonia special; me flustered,” she moans.

“I’ve witnessed the Antonia special, and believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I still revisit that image. It’s safely tucked away in my spank bank.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops. “You’re such a perv.” She dashes off and returns to throw shit at me. I catch what she’s hurling.

“Peaches?” I laugh and bite into one as another one flies at me.

“Don’t eat them! Give them back. You weren’t meant to eat them. They’re Mary’s.” She waddles towards me, the blanket restricting her movements. “Give me them,” she demands.

Laughing at her unfortunate attire, I jog around her.

“If I weren’t wrapped in this, I would kick your arse.”

Laughter tumbles from my lips, and Aidan’s trying to hide his amusement.

“You could always drop it?” I suggest.

Chiming from her phone draws our attention. I raise an eyebrow and gesture with my thumb. “Better hurry.”

She throws an evil eye my way and scurries into her apartment. “I’m telling Mary you ate her peaches,” she calls out over her shoulder.

I wince and hurry to put back the ones I haven’t bitten in to.

“Notice I’m not making a crude rebuttal referring to her peach and me eating it. I’m growing as a person!” I shout out, waving goodbye as she answers the phone and starts cooing down it to Finlay.

I turn to Aidan. “So… you met Antonia?” I laugh as Aidan nods and a smile plays on his face. “What did she have on under the blanket?”

He shakes his head. “Something to give me a fucking heart attack.”

I nod knowingly. I happened to get a glimpse of her in her underwear one night when she flashed all of us. Her little face. She was mortified.

“Told you she was hot.”

He shakes his head as he pulls a suitcase into the hallway of our apartment.

“That’s an understatement. I thought you were exaggerating. Man, she was singing and playing piano in these little boxer pantie things and a little vest top that showed her midriff. Those toned legs and cleavage nearly had me keeling over.”

“I thought you were off women?” I ask, gesturing to his room. “That one’s yours.”

“I am off women, but if she were available, I would rethink that.” He smirks at me.

I’ve got to say, my brother is a great guy who deserves a woman like Antonia. His last girl messed with his head, but just the thought of him having Antonia causes a weird pain to form in my gut.

“You’re frowning,” he says.

Shaking the confusion from my head, I shrug. “Tired.”

He dumps his suitcase and we follow through the alcove into the kitchen. There is a bag and a note placed on the sideboard.

Happy house warming for the guy that has everything. I put beers in your fridge, crisps (aka chips) in the cupboard, and loaded your freezer. Playboy in both the en-suites ;) I’m assuming your brother likes the bunnies as much as you do. Pizza menu on the fridge, and in the bag, batteries for Xbox controllers. Don’t say I don’t think of you! Love, Antonia xxx

“How serious is her relationship with Finlay? Because I want to marry this woman.” Aidan drools, making me contemplate that.

“Get in line and be prepared for a long wait. She fucking idolizes that man.”

“Shame.”

Yeah, maybe.

I go to the fridge and pull us both a beer, screwing the lids off. A deep chime rings through the house. What the fuck?

“The doorbell?” I check my