to distract them.
It was almost halftime, and at least they’d made it this far without the
Russell brothers dragging Sinclair home so she could “rest”, and Reece counting
the minutes until their guests went home. Not that she wasn’t
as guilty. And Sinclair hadn’t minded that early night from all
appearances.
Rumor had it that Melinda Roberts
had taken herself back to the east coast, saying that Barrister didn’t have
anything to offer her. Sinclair made some weird Mona Lisa face when Candy told
her, and then shared the confrontation.
“I tried to be nice and avoid a
confrontation, I really did.” Sin had ducked her head. “But she was just so …
Melinda. And then my guys surfaced and my inner bitch rose up.”
“I didn’t know you had an inner
bitch,” Candy remembered teasing her friend, but was thrilled to know that
Sinclair was coming into her own, likely the result of being the center of her
men’s world.
Candy would have given anything to
be a fly on the wall and privy to that event. She was far more short-tempered
than her friend, and she had no doubt there would have been a catfight, but
Sin’s way of dealing with the other woman had been better—and more effective.
If only she could have seen the Russell boys’ faces though. Candy kept her friend’s confidence, however.
She’d never let on that she knew what played out.
Candy’s daddy had indeed called
her, and they’d exchanged a few cautious words, culminating in her agreeing
that he drop off her mother’s picture. She hadn’t invited him inside—it was too
soon—but they were going to have dinner at the estate in a week’s time. They
could always leave if things went south, but it would be more difficult to ask
her father and Roslyn to get the hell out of her house. With her history, it
was hard learning to accept that the glass could be half full.
She felt Reece’s eyes on her and
looked his way, reveling in the way he studied her, full of promise. She
relaxed, able to set away her issues as she always could around Reece.
“Maybe we should go,” Sinclair
teased.
“And maybe we should get through
one evening like adults and not horny teenagers.”
With a wink, Sin bounced off to the
couch and curled up between Ash and Craig, who immediately enveloped her. Candy
raised a brow at Reece and went to fit herself on his lap, his big arms
wrapping her up.
“Who’s winning?”
“We are!” Reece, Ashton, and Craig
spoke as one. Sinclair stared into Candy’s eyes, and they agreed without speaking. All winners here. No more marking time, waiting and
hoping for deep, abiding love.
The End
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It was almost halftime, and at least they’d made it this far without the
Russell brothers dragging Sinclair home so she could “rest”, and Reece counting
the minutes until their guests went home. Not that she wasn’t
as guilty. And Sinclair hadn’t minded that early night from all
appearances.
Rumor had it that Melinda Roberts
had taken herself back to the east coast, saying that Barrister didn’t have
anything to offer her. Sinclair made some weird Mona Lisa face when Candy told
her, and then shared the confrontation.
“I tried to be nice and avoid a
confrontation, I really did.” Sin had ducked her head. “But she was just so …
Melinda. And then my guys surfaced and my inner bitch rose up.”
“I didn’t know you had an inner
bitch,” Candy remembered teasing her friend, but was thrilled to know that
Sinclair was coming into her own, likely the result of being the center of her
men’s world.
Candy would have given anything to
be a fly on the wall and privy to that event. She was far more short-tempered
than her friend, and she had no doubt there would have been a catfight, but
Sin’s way of dealing with the other woman had been better—and more effective.
If only she could have seen the Russell boys’ faces though. Candy kept her friend’s confidence, however.
She’d never let on that she knew what played out.
Candy’s daddy had indeed called
her, and they’d exchanged a few cautious words, culminating in her agreeing
that he drop off her mother’s picture. She hadn’t invited him inside—it was too
soon—but they were going to have dinner at the estate in a week’s time. They
could always leave if things went south, but it would be more difficult to ask
her father and Roslyn to get the hell out of her house. With her history, it
was hard learning to accept that the glass could be half full.
She felt Reece’s eyes on her and
looked his way, reveling in the way he studied her, full of promise. She
relaxed, able to set away her issues as she always could around Reece.
“Maybe we should go,” Sinclair
teased.
“And maybe we should get through
one evening like adults and not horny teenagers.”
With a wink, Sin bounced off to the
couch and curled up between Ash and Craig, who immediately enveloped her. Candy
raised a brow at Reece and went to fit herself on his lap, his big arms
wrapping her up.
“Who’s winning?”
“We are!” Reece, Ashton, and Craig
spoke as one. Sinclair stared into Candy’s eyes, and they agreed without speaking. All winners here. No more marking time, waiting and
hoping for deep, abiding love.
The End
www.allysonyoung.com
Other
Books by Allyson Young:
www.evernightpublishing.com/allyson-young
If you enjoyed this book, you may also like:
Lida and the Deputy by Daisy Philips
His Boss, Her Dom by Raven McAllan
Fated Love by April Zyon
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