direction before he found himself running his gaze down to the soft pink lips that he’d been thinking about a lot lately, unable to help but notice that her bottom lip was plumper than her top lip, even as he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to–
Kill his brother.
The sound of someone clearing his throat had him looking up and finding his brother watching him with an unholy gleam in his eye. Wagging his eyebrows, Jonathan shot Mikey a pointed look that was going to get him killed. Just as Sebastian reached over to discreetly do that, Jonathan stopped wagging his eyebrows, cleared his throat and had Sebastian frowning when he suddenly stopped smiling and…
Why was he pouting? Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder only to bite back a curse when Jonathan released a shuddering sigh and announced, “I just can’t stay mad at you, Mikey,” with a dramatic sniffle there at the end.
Sebastian was definitely going to kill him.
“You really can though,” Mikey murmured absently, not bothering to look up as she turned the page.
“No, I just can’t do that…” Jonathan said, releasing another shuddering sigh that was going to get him smacked. “Not after everything we’ve been through.”
“What exactly have we been through?” Mikey asked, sounding bored as she glanced up at Jonathan, who was looking at her adoringly.
So, gonna kill him…
“Too much to let a simple misunderstanding come between us,” Jonathan answered, nodding solemnly.
“It wasn’t a simple misunderstanding. I was trying to smother you with a pillow and if that man,” and this is where she paused to point a damning finger at his father just as they pulled in behind a BMW parked in front of Uncle Jason’s house, “hadn’t pulled me off, I would have made you eat that pillow.”
“And I would have loved every second of it,” Jonathan said, nodding.
“There is something seriously wrong with you,” Mikey said with a sad shake of her head as she returned her attention back to her book while Sebastian once again found himself reaching over to grab his brother by the back of his neck only to have the little bastard throw the car door open with a taunting grin and take off before he could wring his damn neck.
Chapter 13
“Let’s go over the rules,” Uncle Trevor said, dragging her attention from the book to find him turned around in his seat and looking directly at her.
Wondering why he was looking at her, Mikey opened her mouth and–
“No baseball,” Uncle Trevor said, and yeah, okay so she could understand why that might be a problem with Aunt Haley’s family here.
Still…
“What if I promised not to throw the ball near the house?” Mikey said, worrying her bottom lip because she’d kind of been hoping to get a chance to practice for a few hours before tryouts on Monday. She’d considered staying home since her parents couldn’t come today, hoping that her dad would have time to help her practice but decided against it since that would have meant ditching Sebastian and she couldn’t do that, not when she knew how much he hated going to things like this.
“What happened last year when you decided to toss the ball around outside Fenway Park?” Uncle Trevor asked, dryly.
“I made a grown man cry,” Mikey said, struggling to bite back a wince even as she decided that perhaps it would be for the best if she focused on finishing her book.
Nodding, Uncle Trevor murmured, “You made a grown man cry and…”
Biting back a sigh, Mikey said, “And I promised that I wouldn’t throw near anyone that hasn’t been warned that one of my fastballs has the potential to maim someone.”
“And…”
“I promised not to throw the ball near anyone that wasn’t physically able to jump out of the way in time,” she finished, unable to help but pout a little at the end there.
“Good,” Uncle Trevor murmured before shifting his attention to the rest of them. “This is important to your Aunt Haley, so please be on your best behavior and try to be nice to her nephew. He’s not used to us yet,” Uncle Trevor said as he gestured for them to go inside.
Resigning herself to spending the rest of the day trying to get through this book, Mikey climbed out of the car and–
“Get off me, you little demon!” Cole, Uncle’s Jason’s oldest son who’d she’d like to point out was six feet tall, the captain of the J.V. football team over at Latin Scribe High School, and