Page 106 of Wildest Forever

Once I am at the bottom, my eyes drop to the shards of broken glass and for just a moment I had forgotten about last night.

Then I see his boots.

“Wakey wakey, sunshine,” Riggs beams at me, tapping on the outside of the door again.

“How long have you been here for?” I groan, running my hand around the back of my neck and giving it a squeeze.

“Ten minutes maybe,” he looks at the hole in the glass then back up to me.

“Why didn't you let yourself in?” I yawn, nodding for him to follow me into the kitchen.

“Bit rude, isn't it?”

“Not really,” I shrug a shoulder up as I go about putting the coffee pot on.

The sound of his boots crunching over the glass has my eyes tracing over my shoulder.

“Didn't think of cleaning this up?” he looks disgusted before his eyes find mine.

“Morgan was spooked, didn't want me coming back down.”

“So, you just left it like this... all night?”

“Yeah,” I say as if it isn't a big deal but in reality, I was really quite stupid.

“Idiot.”

“Coffee?” I ask as the pot begins to warm. He doesn't answer, just pulls the chair along the tiled floor and takes a seat.

I am assuming that is a yes.

Filling the cups, I twist and sit opposite my big brother, handing him his coffee.

“Have we found out who our little friend is?” I ask, bringing the cup to my lips and blowing softly.

“Oh yes,” a wicked smirk tugs at his lips, his eyes cast down.

I wait for a moment when I hear Dusty's voice.

“Hello,” his voice drawls through the hallway, “what in the hell happened?” his boots crunch.

“In here,” I call out and he is in the doorway, eyes bouncing over me. “We had a little visitor last night,” I grumble, and Riggs looks over his shoulder, greeting Dusty with a boyish grin on his face before he turns and takes a mouthful of coffee.

“The fuck, who?”

“Still waiting to find that out,” I swing my leg forward and land a foot into my brother’s shin.

“Ouch you fuck bag,” he groans, and I chuckle.

Dusty walks in the kitchen, helping himself to a coffee as he stands, back to the work surface waiting for Riggs to spill.

“Morgan okay?” he glances at the time and I know he thinks something is off.

“Yeah, just what with the broken sleep last night, we both slept through our alarms. Sorry man,” I wince as I catch his glare.

“It's cool, she covered for me all day yesterday, pulling a few hours for her really isn't a big deal,” he smiles, placing his hat down beside him and taking a sip of his drink.

“Riggs,” I tilt my head at my brother.

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