Page 72 of Drop Three

I’m mentally starting to feel somewhat better. Not close to being completely rebuilt, but at least enough to open myself up to the possibility a bit. “I don’t know, Cal.”

“Why not? B, you can’t hide in this house with your books and never meet anyone. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I told you I’m working on it.”

One thing about Cal is that he’s passionate when he cares about something. “And I’m so fucking proud of you, man. But you deserve more from life than barely living. Give her a shot. Meet her, see how you click, and I’ll drop it if you aren’t vibing.”

I can see this is important to him. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to meet Poppy. If Cal and Kodi see something in her, she must be a decent woman.

“Fine. You can introduce us.”

“Fuck yeah!” Cal shouts and echoes his excitement throughout the house. King, Gus, and Mack are so engrossed in the football game they’re streaming that even Cal’s jolt of excitement doesn’t faze them.

“Dude, think about it…we could double date and travel to away games together if it works out between you two.”

I give him a death stare. He’s too fucking optimistic.

“Let’s get through introductions before we start planning date number fifty,” I tell him sternly.

Cal holds his hands up in surrender as a wildly pessimistic smile fills his face. “Right. Absolutely.”

I take a moment to recollect myself before the sound of footsteps descending the stairs steals my attention.

At the turn of my head, wild, silky red hair and the body of a goddess calls to me.

Navy looks fucking edible.

Her long legs are wrapped in skin-tight black jeans that look so fitted, I wonder if she can breathe. A lime green lace bodysuit hugs her toned frame, with the lace details covering her luscious tits and see-through mesh lining the body of it.

Holy hell. I can see every crevice of her slim stomach.

Navy wears sky-high lime green heels that make her legs look longer and more toned. The luxury fabric holding her allows me to see every inch of her beautiful curves, sculpted to perfection.

She looks good enough to eat.

Her bouncy red curls highlight her delicate features so carefully—like an erotic angel.

The gravity of her beauty is not lost on me, nor is the fact that she’s about to leave this house in likely the least modest outfit she owns for Briggs to devour.

I don’t have it in me to bite my tongue.

A growl threatens to escape me as Navy draws closer to where Cal and I are seated. His attention is on her like mine is, yet we are thinking very differently.

“You look great, little sister,” Cal comments, while I say, “Nope. Go change.”

Instead of entertaining her brother, Navy and Cal jerk their heads in my direction, giving me a look that could kill.

I make no apologies.

Without acknowledging them, I scoot my chair out and casually walk to the fridge, ignoring them altogether.

“Excuse me, Bodhi. I don’t think I heard you clearly. What was that?” Navy calls out to me, her heeled footsteps heading in my direction.

I grab a Greek yogurt from the fridge and slam open the silverware drawer for a spoon. After securing the utensil, I hastily open my yogurt and turn to face Navy head-on.

She’s pissed. And she’s never looked more like herself.

Navy fired up and angry is downright sexy.

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