Page 100 of You're The One
Bang.
Bang.
What the hell?
Mia jolts awake. She freezes when she realizes how we’re tangled, and I stay perfectly still. Let her keep her protective denial.
She slowly slides her hand out from under me and rolls onto her back as the knocking continues.
A minute later, her finger taps my shoulder. “Dom.” Her voice is still thick with sleep. She jostles me again. “Someone’s here.”
I roll over, and I don’t miss the way her eyes dart to my crotch.
I check the time on my nightstand. 6:15 a.m. Too early for production.
More knocking, this time accompanied by a voice. “Fox, I know you’re in there.”
Logan.
“Shit,” Mia mutters.
I press a kiss to her bare shoulder and pull her closer. He can wait a minute.
“I’m going to tell him,” I say evenly.
Her eyes widen, then snap to mine. “Tell him what?”
“That I like you. And we’re dating.”
“We’retryingto date,” she corrects.
“Yeah, sure.That.”
She gives a small, resolute nod. “Okay.”
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m going to get him to the rink. I’ll see you there?”
“Yeah. I’ll grab a car back to the hotel. Tell the girls I spent the night with my brother—like I was supposed to.” She eases out of bed, and I enjoy the view as she slips out of the oversized shirt I lent her and back into her dress.
“If that’s what you want.” I sit at the end of the bed. Pulling her in, I slide the strap that slipped off her shoulder back into place. I kiss her because now I can. The kiss lingers, and it takes effort to pull away.
When I finally do, she doesn’t look away. Her eyes are soft, uncertain, but still stubborn.
The knocking starts again. I sigh and sit up, tugging on a pair of gym shorts.
I head downstairs, run a hand through my hair, and open the back door. Logan is standing there, fist raised, mid-knock. He drops it when he sees me.
“Dude,” I grumble. “It’s too early for this.”
“Mia didn’t come home last night,” he says, like he already knows she must be here.
“She’s here,” I confirm. No point in making him worry.
His brows pull together, but I don’t give him the chance to start interrogating me. “I’m going to take a piss and brush my teeth. I’ll meet you in your garage in ten.”
“Fine.” He turns to leave, but only makes it a few steps before glancing back. “But you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on with my sister.”
I give him a short nod and close the door. I didn’t expect him to be okay with this right away, not after getting blindsided. Love the guy, but he’s a Type A overthinker. And I get the protectiveness. If I had siblings, I’d feel the same.
