Page 11 of Sweet Temptation
Helloooo – back to the question of the day. What time are we moving you in?
The door alarm chimes, and my brother’s voice carries up the stairs.
Lexie
Pretty sure the guys are here now. Why don’t you come tomorrow? We can BBQ. I just want to take it easy today and chill.
Aurora
You feeling okay?
Lexie
Right as rain. Come tomorrow. BYOB and I’ll cook the rest.
Dillan
You and your rain addiction.
Lexie
Rain is sexy. I stand by that thought. See you tomorrow.
“Don’t drop that box. My baby’s inside.” Holding my breath doesn’t come naturally for me, but that’s exactly what I do as I watch Ryker Beneventi carry my baby into the kitchen.
“You have a kid behind my back, Lex?”Ryker signs and asks after he sets the box on the counter.“I thought you were waiting for me.”
Linc smacks his chest and shoves him away from me.“No making babies with my sister, asshole.”
Ryker’s smirk is immediate as he throws an arm around my shoulder, and Linc groans.
I shimmy out from under his massive hold and glare. “Of course, I’m waiting for you, handsome,” I tease directly in front of him so he can read my lips without me signing as well, avoiding my brother’s attention.“But in the meantime...”I open the box and carefully take out my baby.“This will have to do.”
She’s a beautiful baby pink KitchenAid mixer. The biggest one they sell. She’s been with me for years, and I love her most.“If you’re nice, I’ll make you cookies later.”
Lucky drops a box on the counter, and the kitchen tools clang inside as they hit the butcher block. His bright baby blues swing from his cousin to me, annoyance tugging at his brow. “Your eggs are better.”
“You made him eggs?”Ryker pouts while the mention of last night forces a flush to my cheeks as I curse this damn small town and how well everyone knows everything...
Speaking of... my best friend strolls through the door like she didn’t just get in on the red-eye.“Don’t feel up the mixer, Lex. It’s gross. I can buy you a new vibrator if you need it.”
“Dude, Brea... stop,” Linc groans before he kisses the top of her head. “Missed you.”
I fake a gag. “Please, sweet baby Jesus, don’t start hooking up with my brother again.”
Linc licks his lips, and Brea shoves him away. “We’re not.”
Sure they won’t.
It doesn’t get more on-again, off-again than those two.
“Now point me to what you want unpacked.” She waves to the Beneventi boys as they walk out of the room and peeks inside the box with my tools. “Are we starting in here or your room?”
Mom walks in and drapes her arms around Brea and me. “Oh, we’re starting in here. The boys are bringing in your furniture, and Linc just cursed out Lucky while Daddy laughed. These boys move men bigger than houses on a football field each week, but give them a teeny tiny dresser, and someone’s fingers always get smashed.”
“Watch it.Fuck.” Linc’s voice is followed by a thud, then a groan, and Mom, Brea, and I all laugh.
Looks like we’re starting in the kitchen.
