“I think you’re fine.” She finally said, her fingertips slipping away from my cheek. Put me the fuck down!” Tyler screamed, his arms flailing as he beat on Liz’s back as she exited the room. She met my eyes, and her crystal blue irises danced as she smiled at me. “I’ve already got five people here. “We’re not staying the weekend?”
Gesturing around the living room at the trash all over the floor, I said, “I feel like these assholes have thrown a wet blanket on our plans.”
“Damn!” Emily huffed. She melted immediately in my arms, and a few moments later, I felt her tongue press against my mouth, seeking entrance, and I gladly let it in. “No,” I said. Emily and Chloe were in her wake. I didn’t like that at all. We could hand that laptop off to Psalter… there might be something worth finding.”
I plucked the cap from Chloe’s hand and stared at it. Natalie reached out with a trembling hand to run her fingers through his hair. “You didn’t, did you?” Tyler went on, goading me. I didn’t want to pressure or overwhelm her. He’s a fucking con artist!”
Natalie looked from him back to me, looked at me in disbelief, and said, “He says you’re brothers?”
“He’s right,” I said, “I’m related to Colin Gerrard, but I didn’t con him.
