Page 174 of Sinful Like Us
His gaze darkens at the floor. “Do you know how much shit they got for that? The media eviscerated them. My little sister gets piled on every damn day, and I keep thinking about how more people are going to shit on her. She just left high school bullies behind.” He slowly rises to try to be at height with Farrow. He rotates to him. “I know I sound like a fucking hypocrite. This is exactly why my dad didn’t want me to date you. He wantedeasyfor me, and dating a bodyguard was light-years from that.”
My eyes soften. “Relationships were never going to be easy,” I remind him. “For any of us.”
Maximoff ponders this.
“Also to note,” I say aloud. “Media has been speculating that she’s with Quinn.” They’ve paired all of SFO with their clients. “So it’s not as though they’ll shit on her for dating a bodyguard.”
“Quinn is around her age,” Maximoff rebuts. “Donnelly isn’t.”
Farrow says, “Luna is strong as hell.”
Maximoff almost eases. “Yeah. I know she is. But I’m not the brother I want to be if I don’t give the third-degree to every guy that wants in her pants.”
“Every guy?” Farrow whistles. “Man, you have some catching up to do.”
“Pretty sure only one guy wants in her pants and he’s downstairs.”
“You’re definitely off.”
“No.”
He raises his brows. “Pretty sure thousands of guys want in Luna Hale’s pants.”
He blinks slowly into a glare. “Thank you for that visual.”
His lips rise. “Happy to provide.”
Maximoff growls away an emerging smile and looks to the locked door. “Is that open yet? Donnelly is due for a third-degree.”
“Soon,” I tell him.
“He can handle whatever you give him,” Farrow says. “I’m more concerned about what happens when your dad finds out.”
Maximoff shakes his head. “That can’t happen.”
Oh thank God.
I expel a huge breath and tap the door. “You can work faster.”
“Already there,” Thatcher confirms.
Maximoff cracks his knuckles. “You said this was a one-time thing, right? Because Luna told me she’s the one who ran out of birth control.”
“A one-time thing, yes.” I nod. “At least, that’s what they said.”
Farrow makes a face like he’s slightly disbelieving. I don’t buy it either, but that’s only because Thatcher divulged to me what he witnessed on the dance floor at the pub. Lots of pelvic grinding.
“To be on the safe side,” Farrow says. “I’m going to let Donnelly know Luna’s not on birth control—or we should tell Luna to tell him. In case they are still having sex.”
Maximoff’s face turns to fire again. “I’m going to ki—lightly murder him. No arsenic.”
“Still murder, wolf scout.”
“New plan,” I say. “For the sake of your sister, let’s not confront either of them about this while we’re all stuck in a house. Blasting her sex life to sixteen people would be a terrible embarrassment that might scar her for life.” I’ve already endured enough mortifying moments to last everyone a lifetime.
Farrow grabs a black V-neck off the ground. “Smart.” While he dresses, he zeroes in on Maximoff. As do I. We wait for him.
He’s in deep thought again.
