moment just taking it in. “You know. It’s fine. I get it. This is our anti-rebound.” Her bottom lip tugs down once again, and I give a wry smile because I think it’s freaking cute. “But since we’re stuck with one another for a few more weeks, maybe we can have a little fun?” Her hips sway into mine. “You know, the good old-fashioned way?” Harper presses her hot body up against mine, and my skin drinks down every inch of the aching sensation.
“Harper.” Her name comes out breathless as I graze my lips over her face. I take a gentle bite from her bottom lip and pull out slowly before running my mouth close to her ear. “What I was about to say is—I only told Ryder half the story. The truth is, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I think you’re beautiful, smart, and funny as hell, and I think—”
A loud wallop explodes over the door and we both jump a good foot.
“We don’t want any,” I bark in hopes whoever it is will get lost, but my eyes stay nailed to Harper’s. She just propositioned me, so I figure, in the least, I owed her the truth.
“It’s me!” a tiny female voice rails from outside and the pounding continues. “I’m not leaving, so would you please open up? I’m carrying ten pounds’ worth of donuts or I’d use my key!”
“Crap.” I glance down at the foot long I’m sporting and wince up at Harper. The last person I want to see is my sister. “We need to get rid of her.”
“No.” Harper is already halfway into my old T-shirt before she yanks a pair of sweats from the suitcase next to her. “She’s got donuts for God’s sake! Besides, she’s your sister. She’s not giving up any time soon. Plus, I swear she said she had a key.” She scowls at the door as she heads in that direction and I make a beeline for the bedroom. I hit the shower and think of Harper’s beautiful face, her body in the most demented way possible before tossing on a pair of sweats myself and heading back out to the living room.
Trixie and Harper sit discussing something amongst themselves, each with a glazed donut in hand.
“How was practice?” Trix looks up, completely nonchalant as if nothing were amiss.
Harper nods. “She asked where you were earlier.”
“Oh, right. Practice was tough as hell.” I wipe off the water beading from my hair on my forehead. “So, what’s with the donuts?”
Trix leans in, examining me with those eyes. She’s reading me. She already knows. “Scarlett and Rex dropped them off. They had like twenty in the back seat. They’re headed to Mirror Lake for a few days—said it was their anniversary.”
“Cool.” I dip into the all glazed box of donuts opened on the coffee table and pluck one out. “My stepsister and brother have a thing for donuts.”
Harper gives a low guttural laugh and it’s sexy as all hell. “Sort of like our thing for pie.” Her eyes grow wide as she freezes mid-bite. “I mean”—she glances to Trixie with a face full of guilt—“um, I like pie.”
“Relax.” Trix swats her on the knee. “I’m keeping up. I saw the pics. I follow you both on like six different places.” She takes a bite while examining me with a far more scrutinizing stare than the one she had a moment before. Great. Not only does she know, but she’s damn pissed. “In fact, I think the two of you should pick up your game.” She takes an angry bite out of that sickly-sweet confection in her hand. “Have you considered matching tattoos?”
I groan and push the coffee table out with my foot. “Here we go.” She’s pissed and she’s about to have a little fun with us first.
“No, I’m serious.” Her eyes do that I’m so innocent thing when we both know she’s not. “How about the two of you go to one of those drive-through wedding chapels and get hitched?”
Harper shoots a glance my way as if assessing whether or not it’s safe to take her next bite.
“Oh, I know! Why don’t you knock her up, Knox? That will really take your level of commitment up a notch.” Her voice rises with anger. “And what’s with the suitcase in the corner?” she growls at Harper, and suddenly I’m fearing the fact she’s within striking distance.
“What’s your problem?” Harper reaches for another donut and takes an obnoxious bite right