Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,67

so I guess it depends on how that goes.” The big guy’s eyes were full of amusement as he tipped the beer to his lips again. “I wouldn’t be too eager to see them, though. Angie can hold a grudge a hell of a lot longer than Kin.”

I leaned back against the couch, stretching my legs out in front of me. “I’ll take whatever Angie wants to dish out as long as Kin’s here.”

“So that’s where Angie is?” Lucy lifted her head, pushing her curls back from her face. She shifted, but Harris tightened his hand at her waist, as if making sure she didn’t go too far. “Is that what you meant when you said she was dealing with ‘girl things’?”

Caleb grinned. “Yeah. Kin wasn’t kidding about bail money earlier. Angie can be a handful when she gets in one of her moods.”

“Sounds like she’ll fit right in with Lu,” Harris muttered, which got him an elbow to the ribs by the girl on his lap. He laughed and pulled her head back down onto his chest and rested his chin on top of her curls with a look of pure contentment on his face.

Seeing the way his eyes were just as heavy as Lucy’s made me wonder what had happened between the two, but all thoughts of them were suddenly cut off when I heard Angie’s voice calling out for Caleb.

I jumped to my feet, my eyes already searching for Kin. Angie was smaller than her stepsister, but I was able to spot Kin’s red hair easily. I moved forward, needing to see her—touch her. As they came into view I stopped in my tracks when I saw that both she and Angie had bloodshot, puffy eyes.

They’d been crying.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded, moving to take Kin’s hands.

She didn’t pull back immediately. “Nothing,” she assured me with a small smile. “I’m just happy to see my family, that’s all.”

“Oh.” I pulled her toward me and she came closer a few steps. “You’re sure you’re okay? Everything at home all right?”

Her jaw clenched and she pulled her hands away. “That’s not my home.”

“Okay, sure.” I grasped one of her hands and tugged her toward the couch I’d just vacated. “Come on. Let’s sit.” I glanced at Angie over my shoulder. “You gonna kick me in the balls?”

“Not in the club,” Angie told me as she bypassed me and took the spot I’d been in earlier. “Promised Kin I wouldn’t touch you. In the club.”

“Right…” I chanced a glance at Kin, who only smirked. Shaking my head, I took the other end of the couch and pulled her down onto the middle cushion that separated me from Angie. “So as long as I’m in the club I’m safe, huh?”

“Basically,” Kin said with a laugh. “Might want to talk to Harris about putting you a bed downstairs or something.”

“Angie, this is Harris,” Lucy said, introducing them. “Harris, Angie. She’s Caleb’s twin.”

“Good to meet you,” Harris told her, offering his hand.

Angie shook it, but quickly pulled back, looking around for a waitress. “Anyone else thirsty?”

“What’s your poison?” a waitress asked as she approached after Harris had waved her over.

“I’ll have a shot of 151,” Angie told her.

“You planning on fueling up a rocket?” the waitress asked with a lifted brow. “That stuff is powerful.”

“It’s my favorite,” Angie told her with a wink. “I like powerful things.”

“You got ID?” The girl glanced at Harris. “Wouldn’t want the boss to fire me for not checking.”

Angie pulled out her license from her back pocket and handed it over. “Make it a double shot,” she told the girl after she’d checked her birthdate. “And a bottle of water.”

“What d’you want to drink, babe?” I asked, draping my arm across the back of the couch.

“I’ll just have water,” she said with a shrug. “I could really go for something to eat, though. I haven’t had dinner yet.”

Harris pulled out his phone. “Pizza? I’m hungry too.”

“Not me.” Caleb rubbed a hand over his stomach. “I’m still stuffed after what Lucy fed me earlier. Ang, that was the best Mexican food I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Jealous!” Angie pouted. “Kin, we have to go there one day.”

“I’ll take you both,” I told her, letting my fingers skim over Kin’s bare arm.

Angie’s blue gaze shot to me and her eyes became menacing. “Sounds like a plan. Then I can kick your ass and have some fried ice cream when I’m done.” When all I did was grin at her, she lifted