Page 39 of Just a Little Prick

Logan turned and looked up, blinking in surprise. “Kenzie, hi.” He reached out, taking the food. “Thanks. I picked a good morning to skip breakfast, huh?”

Kenzie smiled. “You’re welcome. Enjoy it.”

Her gaze lingered on Logan for a moment. I opened my mouth to say something shitty, but stopped. I was already on Kenzie’s shit list. No need to make it worse.

She turned to look at me, still smiling, but there was something about it that made me nervous.

“Bradley.” Her voice was too sweet. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course.” I shrugged.

“Great.” Kenzie came down the steps and grabbed me by the wrist. Her nails dug into my skin. She pulled me into the corner.

Not exactly private.

“Bradley.”

“Yes?”

Kenzie let go of my wrist. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Her hand shot up and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Ow! Ow! What the hell, Kenzie?!”

She yanked, and I bent toward her. She held me so we were eye-level. Her other hand pointed accusingly into my face.

“Bradley Briggs, you listen to me.” Her tone was sharp, and she wasn’t even trying to be quiet. I was never gonna live this one down. “If you fuck this up—if you hurt Lora—I will literally destroy everything you love. Do you understand me? I will burn your sketchbooks and trash your tattoo setup. I’ll—I’ll cut up all your stupid tight jeans!”

God, what did she think was going on?

“Kenzie, chill. It’s not that serious.” I laughed, giving my sister a smile. She couldn’t stay mad at me for long. “I’m not gonna hurt her. It’s just sex, okay? Friends with benefits. Nobody can get hurt if there’s no feelings.”

Nothing to worry about. Problem solved.

Or not. Kenzie jerked my head closer, her voice a hiss. “Lora’s in love with you, you fucking idiot.”

Warmth ran through me—not straight to my cock, like it normally did when I thought about Lora. It kind of lingered in my chest. I felt myself smile.

Suddenly, there was a lot to worry about.

I couldn’t let Kenzie know.

“I mean, can you name a girl who doesn’t love me?” I grinned.

Wrong answer. Kenzie let go of my hair, but her other hand was already moving, closed into a fist the way Benny and I had taught her—fingers curled tightly together, thumb to the outside.

She struck me in the chest. The sound of the impact was shockingly loud, and it hurt.

Lifting those huge bags of flour at Bakeology had made my sister strong.

Normally, I’d consider this a good thing. But I groaned in unexpected pain, putting my hand to my chest and staring at her.

“I’m serious!” She pointed at me again, threatening.

Shit.

I took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, I get it.” I paused, shaking my head. “Don’t worry, okay? Don’t worry.”

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