Page 77 of Playing For Keeps
“And your sister?” I sip my whiskey.
“She isn’t speaking to me right now.” He lifts his beer to his lips and takes a drink as he seems to think about something.
There’s a moment of silence as a thousand different emotions flit through his eyes.
I place my glass down. “Do you think you can make amends with her someday?”
“Dori’s usually pretty forgiving, but with Jami in the picture, who knows?”
“Well, he and I just put our issues aside, and I don’t share the history with him like you do. My guess is they’ll both forgive you, and everything will go back as it was.”
“It’s possible, but I still can’t wrap my head around them being together. I’ve spent over sixteen years of my life trying to keep them apart. If I can’t find a way to accept them together, there’s not much hope. Not unless they break up.”
I release a pained laugh. “They have no plans of breaking up.”
The space between Aiden’s brows forms into a line. “Why do you say that?”
“I ran into them as they were leaving. She’s still moving to Miami.” I brace myself for Aiden to fly off the handle.
It doesn’t come. Instead, he ponders something as he takes another pull from his beer.
He sighs heavily as he places his glass down. “You’ve seen them together a lot more than me. Fill me in with what you know.”
“Don’t worry, Aiden. He’s always been protective of her. She’s in good hands with him.”
Aiden puffs out a scoff. “She’s in danger being with him. And not because my dad has put that thought in my head. I know things about him, and those things could hurt her.”
“How so?”
“He’s into some extreme things in the bedroom. She could get injured if he’s not careful.”
My stomach roils. I thought I would get used to the idea of them being together, but now I have a crazed image of what they do when they have sex.
Mateo said Jamison’s interests were particular and harderto come by to find a willing partner. I just didn’t have a clue what he meant.
Aiden inspects me, as though checking to see if I know anything about it. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking, telling you that.”
“Your sister had a way of doing that too, so I’m kind of used to getting information thrown at me when I least expect it.” I get the bartender's attention to escape the invading pictures in my mind of Dorothy and Jamison exploring their sexual desires in a way I never did with her.
The bartender comes to see what I want. “How can I help you?”
I point to the restaurant. “We’re going to move over to a table. Can I close us out?”
“Sure, but I can transfer it over there if that would be easier.”
I reach for my wallet and thumb through the contents. I find a hundred-dollar bill and toss it on the counter. “This should cover it.”
His eyes widen. “And then some. Let me get you some change.”
“No need. Just make sure we get a great server, and we’ll call it even.”
He grins like he’s got a treat for us. “I’ll send you the best. She’ll knock your socks off.”
Aiden’s brows shoot up. “In that case, feel free to send in a reinforcement if it’s possible.”
The bartender snags the bill off the counter. “Consider it done.”
Within a few seconds, a sleek-looking woman taps our shoulders. She’s a Sydney Sweeney look-alike.
