Act Your Age, Eve Brown (The Brown Sisters #3) - Talia Hibbert Page 0,115
it was all over.”
All over indeed.
Eve sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose. “You know what? It really doesn’t matter who started it. This entire family is a lost cause and I love you all very much, but we’ll pick this up later. I need to get back to Skybriar.”
Dani grinned. “Are you wildly in love with your boss? Zaf says you might be.”
Eve narrowed her eyes and pointed at Zafir. “Stop that.”
He flashed a shockingly pretty smile. “Which means yes.”
“Oh, bugger off, the lot of you. I have to go.” She snagged her car keys and opened the door.
“Er, hang on a second,” Zaf said, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm. “Didn’t you run someone over the last time you got behind a wheel?”
Eve glared. “The second to last time, actually.”
“Still, though. And aren’t you in a rush?”
“Yes, which is why I’d appreciate it if you’d—”
“All right,” Red interjected, pushing off the wall—did the man do anything other than lean?—and strolling past her out of the door. “This is easily sorted,” he said as he approached the gleaming blue Triumph parked innocuously on her parents’ gravel driveway. “All things considered, Eve, how’s about I give you a lift?”
Chapter Twenty-One
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jacob growled.
Tessa shot him a look from the driver’s seat. “Don’t you curse at me, Jacob Wayne. I’m a lady.”
“I think he’s cursing the traffic, actually,” Alex piped up from the back seat.
“Yes,” Jacob gritted out. He’d assumed that was obvious. It had been over an hour since he’d left the B&B in Mont’s hands, yet they were barely eighty miles closer to the address Eve had left on file, an address belonging to one Chloe Brown.
Jacob’s original plan had been to get up bright and early this morning, jump in his car, drive or possibly fly to Chloe’s house, get Eve’s whereabouts from her—or, ideally, find Eve in the guest bedroom—and then . . . er . . . fix things. He was still a little hazy on that part, but he had the necessary passion and determination, and he was also going to grab some flowers on the way so he could get down on his knees and apologize as profusely as she deserved. Seriously. He was going to apologize so goddamn hard, and then some more, and then some more, just to really emphasize the point.
Well—that had been the plan, anyway. But things had gone horribly wrong from the moment Mont had pointed out Jacob shouldn’t drive himself with a fractured wrist, and it had all gone downhill from there.
“Then again,” Alex continued thoughtfully. “Maybe he is cursing at you. You never can tell, with Jacob.”
Jacob turned to glare at her. “Why are you here again? I’m quite sure it takes one Montrose to drive a car.”
Alex grinned, looking unnervingly like her brother. “I’m here in case you break down, Jake.”
“Bullshit. You’re here for the drama.”
“Who, me?” She pressed a hand to her chest and pasted on an expression of shock. “God, man. Have a bit of faith.”
Tessa giggled.
Jacob let his head fall back against the seat. “I’m going to die of frustration before I ever see her again.”
“Was that a sex joke?” Tessa asked.
Alex snorted. “Save those for Eve, my guy.”
“Maybe he’s practicing.”
“Ha! Maybe he’s—”
“I appreciate you driving me, Tess, I really do,” Jacob said, “but would you two please shut the fuck up?”
“Woo. Touchy.” Tessa smirked, hit the brake for the thousandth time in the last ten minutes, then pulled up the handbrake. In front of them, what looked like a mile of cars sat bumper to bumper in the late morning sunlight. It was, Jacob thought dully, a beautiful day. Pity he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it after his head inevitably exploded.
“You’re thinking about Eve again, aren’t you?” Alex prodded. “You ever consider, I don’t know—calling her?”
Well, there was a diamond fucking idea. Except . . . “I’m trying to be romantic. You know, like in books. She’s into that stuff,” he mumbled. “Anyway, you know I’m better in person.”