Page 30 of Starting Over with You
I bring in my brows, and I’m about to yell at him for yelling at my sister, when Missy moans, “Please, Nyle. Don’t yell.”
“Is this how it’s going to be now that Kenni is here? You’re going to be getting shit-faced, and your ex is going to be bringing you coffee?”
Skyye rolls her eyes as she shakes her head. I don’t like the look on her face, and I definitely don’t like what Nyle is implying. Missy is quick, though, and gives him a dirty look. “We celebrated my sister coming home. And Dean is not my ex. He’s my baby daddy. Stop this. I don’t have the mental capacity to soothe your insecurities. I’m married to you. I love you. Stop.”
Nyle lets out a long breath and takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around my sister. I look at Skyye, and she shrugs. “This happens a lot.”
I make a face. “Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s dumb. She obvi loves him.”
She points back to where Nyle kisses Missy’s temple andnuzzles his nose in her hair. He whispers something into her ear, and she smiles before leaning into him. I love seeing my sister happy, but his jealousy needs to stop. Missy is loyal, and if she loves him, then sheloveshim. I don’t see it, but who am I to judge? I stayed with a man for six years who had a whole other family.
Skyye leans into me, and I wrap my arms around her after setting my coffee on the nightstand. She cuddles into me, and I hold her close as I inhale her sweet scent. Against her temple, I ask, “How’s it been with him here?”
She shrugs. “Same old, same old.”
I feel her heart racing a bit, and I hold her tighter. “He isn’t treating?—”
“No, never,” she insists. “He’s good to me, even if he’d rather I weren’t here. He has some deep-rooted issues with my dad.”
I grimace. “Well, your dad did beat his ass.”
Skyye snorts. “I know, but they were kids, ya know?”
“Yeah, but small-town living—no one ever forgets.”
“True,” she agrees. “Dad doesn’t care, though. He only wants Mom to be happy.”
I smile against her hair because that sounds just like the guy I grew up with. If Nyle looked past his jealousy, he’d see that Dean does everything for everyone. I mean, he’s a damn firefighter, for goodness’ sake. He’s a good guy. I think it was his grandma who made him that way. He spent so much time with her, she doted on him, and she raised him to be a gentleman. Once his mom passed when we were ten, I think he felt like he had to take on her role as the caregiver since his daddy worked just as much as mine did. Dean is selfless and only wants the best for the people he cares about.
He has one hell of a savior complex, and, by helping people, it fills his cup.
What’s wrong with that?
I take a sharp breath when I remember that I puked in his hat.
The same hat his grandma gave him.
I groan loudly into Skyye’s hair and then ask, “Can you Google how to get puke out of a cowboy hat?”
I’m met with Skyye’s loud laughter as the bed vibrates, and she holds her gut. I can’t help it. Even with my pounding head, I’m laughing along with her.
God, it’s great to be home.
Now, let’s hope I can get puke out of Dean’s cowboy hat.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
The Cousins
Skyye
I don’t think my parents would be okay with the fact that my aunt taught me to break in to a car and hot-wire it.
Skyye
