Page 62 of Endgame

I knocked again; harder this time.

Again, nothing.

Feeling unreasonably annoyed at the prospect of being ignored, I tried the handle.

It was locked.

“Six?” Banging the palm of my hand against the door once more, I pressed my ear to the door. “Open up.”

A minute or so later, the door jerked inwards.

Holding onto the front of the towel she had wrapped around her otherwise naked body, Six angled herself so her lower half was hidden behind the doorframe.

“What?” she asked, cheeks flushed, as she looked up at me with a hardened expression.

“You never thanked me for dinner.” It was possibly the lamest thing I could have said, but my words weren’t coming to me. I’d been struck fucking dumb by the sight of my stepsister in a towel. Clenching my eyes shut, I shook my head and tried again. “The chicken nuggets?”Oh, much better, dipshit…“Did you enjoy them?”

“Are you onmedication?” Her grey eyes bugged in her head as she gaped up at me. “We just had a fight earlier and now you’re asking if Ienjoyeddinner?”

Yeah, I had no answer for her.

She was right; I probably needed some medication, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.

Instead, I folded my arms across my chest and met her indignant glare with one of my own. “It’s customary to thank someone when they buy you dinner, Six.”

She cocked a brow. “Fine. Thank you for buying me dinner, Rourke.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Uh-huh. Okay By-bye now.”

“Wait,” I called out, blocking her from closing the door.

Why the fuck did I block her from closing the door?

She looked up at me impatiently. “Yes?”

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“That’sright, Rourke.Yes.”

“What time?”

“Omigod, will you just go away!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m busy, okay?”

“What exactly are you doing in there?”

Six flushed bright red. “Nothing.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

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