continue on towards the boys, and to what I’m assuming will be Zoey’s doom. Amelia cringes, but the joy is bright in her eyes. “I, uh … sort of have something to tell you,” she says as a laugh bubbles into her sentence.
Zoey sits up straighter with a face of pure dread. “What?” she demands, panic on her face as she looks between us both.
I watch Zoey in my rear-view mirror. Over the past two weeks, she’s become a sort of sister to me. That is until I found her review blog and realized that I’d never be able to look at her as a sister again. From that moment on, she became one of the boys.
Amelia glances up at me before hitting her best friend with the news. “This isn’t exactly the sort of trip I explained it to be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, when I told you it was you, me, Bull, and the girls. I sort of forgot to mention that it was actually you, me, Bull, the girls, and all the guys.”
Zoey’s eyes bulge out of her head. “ALL THE GUYS?” she screeches. “As in …?”
“Jet?” I supply helpfully getting a smothered laugh from Amelia and Ryan. Though I don’t think Ryan knows what she’s laughing at.
Zoey throws herself back into the seat with a frustrated groan. “How could you not tell me that? Are you kidding? Jet hasn’t stopped messaging me for weeks. He’s probably going to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah,” I laugh, picturing it so clearly in my mind. “I’d lock the door if I were you. Maybe the window too.”
“Shit,” she cries. “This is not my idea of fun, Mills.”
“Oh,” she smiles wickedly, turning back towards Zoey. “But it’s mine.”
CHAPTER 13
AMELIA
Bull brings his car to a stop beside a beautiful log cabin that has me instantly falling in love. It sits next to a cluster of pine trees, and even with the doors and windows closed, the smell is incredible. The lake though, that’s the main attraction with the sun shimmering on the water. It’s absolutely breathtaking. I think this is my new favorite place. The guys could host weddings here and make a bomb from it. People would pay shitloads of money for a backdrop like this.
“You built all of this?” I question, looking proudly across at the guy who I can now officially call mine.
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs as he cuts the engine, putting the car into park. “We built them all together. By the time we were done, Jet had nearly lost his head a few times from driving us fucking crazy with his big mouth. Ax’s family is in the building trade. They own a successful business where he grew up, so he knows his way around tools. With his help, it wasn’t too hard.”
Turning my head back to the cabin, the image of Bull doing the hard, manual labor to put this place together becomes my new fantasy. I can just picture him hauling logs and swinging an ax with a sheer layer of sweat coating his perfect body. I mean, damn. What a sight that would have been.
I could probably just ask for the real thing and he’d happily oblige. Though we haven’t quite gotten over the ‘sleeping together’ hurdle yet so this trip is going to be interesting.
Zoey’s low groan pulls me out of my head, and I file the fantasy away for later. “Oh, shit. He’s here!” she whispers, looking out the window towards the other cabins. Zoey sinks down into her seat, trying to become one with the back seat in between the girls’ car seats as she hides from view.
It’s a massive contrast to the Zoey I know. My Zoey would be taking the challenge by the dick, quite literally, but there’s something about this man that scrambles her head. The weakness she is showing brings an evil smile to my face. The next few minutes might just be the most entertaining moments of my life.
I follow her gaze as Bull laughs to himself. Jet stands with Chief and Ax, and the three of them are looking this way. If I hadn’t already met these guys, I could definitely see how anyone would be imitated by their ‘fuck off’ demeanors. It makes me thankful for the dark tinted windows of Bull’s truck. Their happy-go-lucky vibe when I first met them at my house seems long gone. I don’t think Bull actually told them that Zoey is tagging along