way she’d planned to do after discovering it was River’s home.
He wasn’t in the bedroom. She checked the doorknob first and sure enough, it had been replaced with one without a lock and the bolt had been removed, leaving two holes in the place where it had been, just mocking her.
3She wanted to scream, stomp on the floor, and hit something. Instead she jerked the door open and headed down the hallway barefoot, in search of the bastard. She didn’t care if they ended up having this fight in front of Trina but she figured he’d retreated downstairs to use his poor sister-in-law as a shield, mistakenly assuming that Brit wouldn’t cause a scene. He’d discover his error real soon.
The smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits greeted her on the stairs. It made Brit’s stomach growl from hunger, though she was madder than hell. She followed her nose and headed for the kitchen, guessing that’s where the asshole would be waiting for her.
As she walked into the room she saw him standing in front of the fridge, bent over a little, peering inside. He’d put on a black tank top but was still barefoot. He’d taken the time to pull his wet hair into a ponytail that trailed midway down his back.
Trina was at the stove cooking but Brit ignored her. She moved straight for her target. When she stopped behind him she reached out and tapped him hard on his slightly bent back. As he rose she figured he’d smirk at her or something but when he turned around, he just stared down at her with raised eyebrows.
“Hi.”
Rage boiled through her as she glared up at the tall bastard. Hi? That is all he has to say for himself? He wore an earring of a guitar on his left ear now and she frowned, not remembering ever noticing that he had a pierced ear. She turned her gaze from it to glare down at the front of his jeans pockets.
“Where are my keys, asshole? I want them now.”
“I don’t have your keys.”
He sounded so innocent that her gaze flew up to glare daggers at him. It became obvious to her that he wanted to play stupid in front of Trina. Brit’s temper hit the roof.
She reached around him so she could grab the back of his jeans, leaning against his big body since he was wedged between the cabinet and the open fridge door he still gripped. Her hands cupped his ass where his pockets were but she just gripped firm flesh and no keys.
“Brit?” Trina gasped. “What is going on? What are you doing?”
Brit released his ass and stepped back to give River another glare. “Let me tell you something, you big son of a bitch. I’m not one to play games with and do you want to know what’s great about being a physical therapist? I have strong hands.” She kept her furious gaze locked with his wide, stunned-looking eyes as she curled her fingers around the front of his jeans with her right hand, getting a firm grip on a handful of man. She made sure she applied enough pressure to let him know he wasn’t getting away from her without causing injury to himself but squeezed just enough to get her point across. “Give me my keys or I swear to God I’ll castrate you just the way I threatened before.”
The sound of jiggling keys came from behind her somewhere a second before a male chuckle reached her ears. Jerking her head around, Brit looked over her shoulder, 3refusing to release River to stare at…River, leaning against the wall just inside the kitchen.
She gawked at the bare-chested River holding up her key ring, a wide grin on his face, as a pair of highly amused, dark, sexy eyes locked with hers.
“Looking for these, baby? Want to let my brother go now? By the pale expression and the grimace of pain on his face, I don’t think he’s enjoying you gripping him there.”
Brit snapped her head back around to stare up at…River, who had grown pale, appeared to be in some discomfort, and continued to stare down at her in shock. She released him as she stumbled back a step, confused as hell. Her mouth opened but nothing
He wasn’t in the bedroom. She checked the doorknob first and sure enough, it had been replaced with one without a lock and the bolt had been removed, leaving two holes in the place where it had been, just mocking her.
3She wanted to scream, stomp on the floor, and hit something. Instead she jerked the door open and headed down the hallway barefoot, in search of the bastard. She didn’t care if they ended up having this fight in front of Trina but she figured he’d retreated downstairs to use his poor sister-in-law as a shield, mistakenly assuming that Brit wouldn’t cause a scene. He’d discover his error real soon.
The smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits greeted her on the stairs. It made Brit’s stomach growl from hunger, though she was madder than hell. She followed her nose and headed for the kitchen, guessing that’s where the asshole would be waiting for her.
As she walked into the room she saw him standing in front of the fridge, bent over a little, peering inside. He’d put on a black tank top but was still barefoot. He’d taken the time to pull his wet hair into a ponytail that trailed midway down his back.
Trina was at the stove cooking but Brit ignored her. She moved straight for her target. When she stopped behind him she reached out and tapped him hard on his slightly bent back. As he rose she figured he’d smirk at her or something but when he turned around, he just stared down at her with raised eyebrows.
“Hi.”
Rage boiled through her as she glared up at the tall bastard. Hi? That is all he has to say for himself? He wore an earring of a guitar on his left ear now and she frowned, not remembering ever noticing that he had a pierced ear. She turned her gaze from it to glare down at the front of his jeans pockets.
“Where are my keys, asshole? I want them now.”
“I don’t have your keys.”
He sounded so innocent that her gaze flew up to glare daggers at him. It became obvious to her that he wanted to play stupid in front of Trina. Brit’s temper hit the roof.
She reached around him so she could grab the back of his jeans, leaning against his big body since he was wedged between the cabinet and the open fridge door he still gripped. Her hands cupped his ass where his pockets were but she just gripped firm flesh and no keys.
“Brit?” Trina gasped. “What is going on? What are you doing?”
Brit released his ass and stepped back to give River another glare. “Let me tell you something, you big son of a bitch. I’m not one to play games with and do you want to know what’s great about being a physical therapist? I have strong hands.” She kept her furious gaze locked with his wide, stunned-looking eyes as she curled her fingers around the front of his jeans with her right hand, getting a firm grip on a handful of man. She made sure she applied enough pressure to let him know he wasn’t getting away from her without causing injury to himself but squeezed just enough to get her point across. “Give me my keys or I swear to God I’ll castrate you just the way I threatened before.”
The sound of jiggling keys came from behind her somewhere a second before a male chuckle reached her ears. Jerking her head around, Brit looked over her shoulder, 3refusing to release River to stare at…River, leaning against the wall just inside the kitchen.
She gawked at the bare-chested River holding up her key ring, a wide grin on his face, as a pair of highly amused, dark, sexy eyes locked with hers.
“Looking for these, baby? Want to let my brother go now? By the pale expression and the grimace of pain on his face, I don’t think he’s enjoying you gripping him there.”
Brit snapped her head back around to stare up at…River, who had grown pale, appeared to be in some discomfort, and continued to stare down at her in shock. She released him as she stumbled back a step, confused as hell. Her mouth opened but nothing
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