Page 14 of That One Night
Pres rolled his eyes. “I used your bathroom, remember? I had to pass your laundry room. So what is it? Are they yours?”
Marley chuckled.
“None of your business.” Hendrix shook his head, glancing over at the Reed Farmhouse again. It had been a week since his encounter with Emery. He’d glimpsed her once or twice but nothing more.
Okay, there was more. But most of it was in his imagination. Maybe his mom was right, he was lonely.
But not for company. For feeling alive. For seeing a woman half naked in his field after losing her clothes to Frank.
For seeingher.
He blinked that thought away. He wasn’t interested. No sir. And even if he was, she was taken.
By Trenton Montclair.
“So, whose are they?” Marley asked. He was the quieter of the twins. But apparently right now was when he chose to speak up.
“Nobody important.” Maybe he should let them think he had company. They could report it back to Mom. She’d at least stop worrying for a while. But then… it felt wrong. Letting them think that those panties meant anything.
They belonged to Emery. And he was enough of a damn gentleman to not want anybody to think badly of her.
“Frank found them,” he said. And he immediately regretted it.
“In your bedroom?” Marley asked.
“You having sex in front of goats now?” Pres added. The two of them started to laugh.
“He found them outside. Somewhere.” For fuck’s sake. Hendrix rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He loved his brothers, he really did. But they were as nosy as shit.
He’d chosen to live out here because he wanted peace. But maybe peace didn’t want him.
“Where did he find them then?” Pres asked, a grin on his face. “On your land?”
“I don’t know. You know Frank. Wanders around.”
“He’s a ladies’ man,” Marley said.
“A ladies’ goat,” Pres pointed out.
“A nannies’ goat, if you want to be specific,” Hendrix said, feeling tired now.
“Yeah, well those panties didn’t belong to a nanny goat. There are only two leg holes.”
Marley frowned. “You think a goat’s panties would have four leg holes? Wouldn’t that be like a bodysuit?”
Pres blinked, like he was seriously thinking about it. “Hmm, that’s a good question. All I know is that no goat was wearing those panties. They were delicate. Pretty.”
“Will you stop talking about the damn panties?” Hendrix muttered. “They’re not your concern.”
Because seriously, they were making his head ache. And it was wrong. They were Emery’s. Nobody should be looking at them. Especially not his asshole brothers. “And stop sneaking around, looking at my stuff.”
“He’s calling the panties his stuff,” Pres said to Marley, completely unperturbed by Hendrix’s outburst.
“I noticed.” Marley nodded, looking almost serious. “He seems very attached to them.”
“He probably takes them to bed at night,” Pres agreed.
“Will you both fuck off?” Damn, he was tired. He loved his brothers, but right now he craved silence.
