my chest, and tapped the knuckle of my index finger against his forehead.
One corner of his mouth went up. “What was that?”
I dropped my hand. “I’m making sure it sounds like you have a human skull in there and you aren’t some kind of perfect fucking cyborg that killed off the original Jonah and now you’re here to take his place and planning to kill me in my sleep in twenty years.”
Those long lashes fell again, and he asked very slowly, “What are you talking about?”
I didn’t even bother not groaning. I groaned. “You’re too perfect, numbnuts. You’re too good of a person, and you’re too good with your words, and it annoys me.”
That earned me another blink and the slowest, creeping smile I’d ever seen in my life. So slow that I was mostly prepared for the huge, blinding one he aimed right at me. His eyebrows had crept up too, lighting up his face that much more. “Is that what you think? That I would wait twenty years to kill you if that was my plan?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, probably. But I know there has to be something wrong with you. I bet you’re totally tone deaf and can’t sing to save your life.”
This asshole cocked his head to the side, dimple popping, and said, “Nah. I’ve been told I have a lovely voice.”
“If your mom said it, it doesn’t count.”
He laughed. “More than just my mum, love.”
It was my turn to blink before I nodded slowly. “Yeah? That’s where you want to go with that?” I socked him in the stomach with the back of my hand.
But in true fucking Jonah style, all he did was laugh as he caught my hand in both of his, holding it lightly. “Oi! I was talking about the other members of my family!”
“Sure you were.”
“I was!” He laughed some more, still blasting that full-watt smile. “I don’t have much experience with these types of things, but even I know not to bring up past girlfriends with your partner.”
I was his partner. In crime. I liked it.
Jonah brought my hand up in his, tucking it against his wide chest as we kept on following his mom up ahead of us. “I wanted to tell you, since we’re on the topic of families….”
Where the hell was this going?
“I called my brothers yesterday before I came over.”
I left my hand where it was. “That’s… nice.”
“They both remember you messaging them on Picturegram. I spoke to one, and the other left me a voice mail. Would you like to hear it?”
I nodded, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started tapping at the screen.
“He’s the one in Melbourne. I left him a voice mail telling him about you and Mo, but he didn’t answer. Here. Listen,” he said before holding the cell in between us and pressing Play on the screen.
“Aw, maaaaaate. Your girl messaged me ages ago. I’m sorry, bro. Thought she was after a root…” There was a sigh. “Call me back, yeah? I want to hear about this niece of mine.”
Well, well, well.
He did remember reading my message.
Jonah gave me a sad smile that I immediately wanted to smack off.
“Told you,” I said, but without anger in my voice. “And what’s a root?”
That sad smile turned into a funny one as he reached up to scratch at his temple. “Ah, sex.”
Huh. “Which brother was this again?”
He didn’t wait long to start going through his phone again. Up ahead, I saw Jonah’s mom turn around to look at us, so I waved.
She didn’t wave back.
Fuck her too then.
Oblivious, Jonah held his screen to my face. “This is my brother, Arthur. The one in Melbourne.”
Not as broad at the shoulders and his eyes were lighter, but the family resemblance was still there.
Two steps later, he shoved his phone into my face again. “My younger brother, William. We call him Bill.”
With the same colored eyes as Mo and Jonah, he was slightly slimmer, which wasn’t saying much considering that Jonah was basically Hercules.
“This is Garrett. He’s the one who still won’t speak to me,” he explained before showing me yet another photo.
This one was a professional picture off the internet. The guy looked a hell of a lot like Jonah too, except his brow bones were more defined and he looked thicker. And I remembered why he looked familiar. He was the one even more famous than Jonah. The one who was the captain of the national rugby team.