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Authors: A.E. Woodward
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heard the bathroom door shut and the shower kick on.
“What the fuck, Tyler?” he whispered angrily. Leaning closer to me, he continued his verbal assault. “You are a fuckin’ idiot! God! Elizabeth Sloan is poison, you know that better than me. You told me so yourself. Did you forget about that? Did you?!”
I thought back to when I had issued that warning to Rob. He’d been all sorts of horny over the thought of Emma having a younger sister. When he’d found out that she was going to be coming to New York for our college graduation, he immediately declared her his latest conquest. I quickly deterred him, filling him in on all things Elizabeth Sloan. She was a few years older than Talon, and from what I gathered from him she’d been a bitch throughout high school. Word was that she had become nothing more than a snob and a man-eater. Talon had told me horror stories of how she had terrorized three of his buddies from the football team. She’d toyed with each of their emotions while she sought out some extra attention. She was the epitome of a mean girl, and it spoke volumes to me that Talon despised her, because Talon liked everyone. He was as kicked back as a guy could be. He made Shane look like a head case. Yes, Talon was that laid back.
“I know what I said, Rob, but I knew her when she was just a kid, it’s different. Hell, she was different then and deep down I know that the little girl she was is still in there … somewhere.” I paused because I truly believed in what I’d said. “Besides, I think there’s more to her than any of us could ever begin to imagine.”
“God! She’s married , Ty,” Rob whispered harshly. He pushed away from the table causing the chair to drag across the floor. “Not only that but she’s part of our family. You’re going to fuck everything up. Mark my words, this will come back to bite you harder than anything you’ve ever done before.”
I watched as Rob stalked angrily out of the front door. I wanted to be pissed at him for butting into my business, but he had a point. Elizabeth was fire, and I was attracted to it like a moth—surely I would get burned.
I carried myself to the futon where I fell and absent-mindedly watched the Sunday morning cartoons. Minutes passed and I kept opening and closing my eyes. I was still exhausted from the previous night’s antics when Shane appeared in the living room, a shit-eating grin on his face and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’re a fucking creep,” I muttered before closing my eyes again. Hoping that if I ignored him he would leave me alone.
I felt something drop into my lap. Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw a small turquoise box with a white ribbon tied around it. I wanted to be surprised, but I wasn’t. It only made sense for them to take their relationship to the next step. I smirked, seizing the opportunity to make a weak joke at Shane’s expense. “Aw, man, Em is going to be pissed, but yes! Yes, you big stud muffin! I will marry you!”
“Shhhh!” Shane grabbed the box from my lap and put it between his hands. “Idiot.”
I chuckled. “Seriously though, man, Em is going to be pissed. I thought you guys decided you weren’t going to get married?”
“She decided that,” he groaned as he fell back onto the beanbag. “But damn it all to hell, I want her to be mine.”
I rolled my eyes. He should have been happy with what he had. I know I would have been thanking my lucky stars to think I wouldn’t have to walk down the aisle. But not Shane. No, Shane was as old school as they came. He wanted it all—always had, always would. Someone to take on his name and love him forever. He didn’t need a piece of paper to prove that to me, or anyone else for that matter. “She already is, dude.”
“You know what I mean,” he scoffed.
I did know what he meant. Shane was a true gentleman. A dying breed, and everything his dead-beat dad wasn’t. He prided himself on that. As a kid he’d
“What the fuck, Tyler?” he whispered angrily. Leaning closer to me, he continued his verbal assault. “You are a fuckin’ idiot! God! Elizabeth Sloan is poison, you know that better than me. You told me so yourself. Did you forget about that? Did you?!”
I thought back to when I had issued that warning to Rob. He’d been all sorts of horny over the thought of Emma having a younger sister. When he’d found out that she was going to be coming to New York for our college graduation, he immediately declared her his latest conquest. I quickly deterred him, filling him in on all things Elizabeth Sloan. She was a few years older than Talon, and from what I gathered from him she’d been a bitch throughout high school. Word was that she had become nothing more than a snob and a man-eater. Talon had told me horror stories of how she had terrorized three of his buddies from the football team. She’d toyed with each of their emotions while she sought out some extra attention. She was the epitome of a mean girl, and it spoke volumes to me that Talon despised her, because Talon liked everyone. He was as kicked back as a guy could be. He made Shane look like a head case. Yes, Talon was that laid back.
“I know what I said, Rob, but I knew her when she was just a kid, it’s different. Hell, she was different then and deep down I know that the little girl she was is still in there … somewhere.” I paused because I truly believed in what I’d said. “Besides, I think there’s more to her than any of us could ever begin to imagine.”
“God! She’s married , Ty,” Rob whispered harshly. He pushed away from the table causing the chair to drag across the floor. “Not only that but she’s part of our family. You’re going to fuck everything up. Mark my words, this will come back to bite you harder than anything you’ve ever done before.”
I watched as Rob stalked angrily out of the front door. I wanted to be pissed at him for butting into my business, but he had a point. Elizabeth was fire, and I was attracted to it like a moth—surely I would get burned.
I carried myself to the futon where I fell and absent-mindedly watched the Sunday morning cartoons. Minutes passed and I kept opening and closing my eyes. I was still exhausted from the previous night’s antics when Shane appeared in the living room, a shit-eating grin on his face and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’re a fucking creep,” I muttered before closing my eyes again. Hoping that if I ignored him he would leave me alone.
I felt something drop into my lap. Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw a small turquoise box with a white ribbon tied around it. I wanted to be surprised, but I wasn’t. It only made sense for them to take their relationship to the next step. I smirked, seizing the opportunity to make a weak joke at Shane’s expense. “Aw, man, Em is going to be pissed, but yes! Yes, you big stud muffin! I will marry you!”
“Shhhh!” Shane grabbed the box from my lap and put it between his hands. “Idiot.”
I chuckled. “Seriously though, man, Em is going to be pissed. I thought you guys decided you weren’t going to get married?”
“She decided that,” he groaned as he fell back onto the beanbag. “But damn it all to hell, I want her to be mine.”
I rolled my eyes. He should have been happy with what he had. I know I would have been thanking my lucky stars to think I wouldn’t have to walk down the aisle. But not Shane. No, Shane was as old school as they came. He wanted it all—always had, always would. Someone to take on his name and love him forever. He didn’t need a piece of paper to prove that to me, or anyone else for that matter. “She already is, dude.”
“You know what I mean,” he scoffed.
I did know what he meant. Shane was a true gentleman. A dying breed, and everything his dead-beat dad wasn’t. He prided himself on that. As a kid he’d
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