Page 123 of Reckless Hearts
“You’re right. I know you’re right.” Saskia blows her nose.
As she reaches for another tissue, her elbow bumps one of the piles of laundry on the coffee table, sending clothes cascading to the floor in a colorful avalanche.
“Oh, sorry.” Saskia leans down to help me gather the scattered clothes.
Suddenly, she freezes, her body going rigid like she’s spotted a snake among the clothes.
Then she snatches up a T-shirt. She stares at it in her hands, her forehead rumpled.
Printed on the T-shirt is a periodic table, with the caption:I Wear this Shirt Periodically.
Fuckity fuck. I completely forgot I included that in my laundry after Seb left it here.
My mouth goes dry, my pulse racing so fast I can hear it thundering in my ears. I fight the urge to snatch the shirt from her hands.
When Saskia looks up at me, her eyes are weirdly bright.
“Your taste in T-shirts seems to have changed.”
Oh holy hell.
I force my face into a neutral expression, but I’m fairly sure my clenched jaw betrays me.
“Why do you have my brother’s T-shirt?” Saskia demands.
I stare at the T-shirt, my mind whirling for a plausible explanation.
The silence ticks on.
“He left it here,” I say finally.
Saskia’s eyes widen. Her nostrils flare, her breathing becoming sharp and quick as color floods her cheeks. “Youhooked up with Seb? What the fuck, Marcus? You know he’s off-limits!”
My mouth is dry. I swallow hard but can’t seem to make my salivary glands work. I can’t help my eyes flying to my bedroom door.
Saskia’s forehead crumples in confusion.
Then, she swivels her head to look at the closed door, her gaze narrowing.
Shit.
“Saskia…” I say, but it’s too late.
She’s already standing, striding toward my bedroom door.
I catch up with her just as she opens it.
She blinks at the sight of her brother curled up in my bed, asleep.
“What the absolute fuck?”
I put my hand on her arm, tugging her away.
“You have to keep your voice down. He knocked his head at soccer practice and needs to rest.”
There is total shock and disbelief on her face, but she lets me steer her away from the bedroom.
She collapses on the sofa, like her legs aren’t working properly.
