Page 9 of Dating the Rebel
“Yet...” But he intended to charm that invitation out of her. Hell, he wanted to make her beg him to come home with her.
But this was Miranda Fox...
She was going to be a far greater challenge than any he’d ever faced.
“Ever,” she said.
“We have an agreement,” he said. “You agreed to give me a trial run to prove that I’d make a great addition to your dating service.”
“I did not agree to anything,” she insisted.
And he chuckled at her indignation.
“You did,” her red-haired sister chimed in from behind her. She was much taller than Miranda, but then, pretty much everyone was. He felt massive standing in front of her.
“Did not,” Miranda said, her words clipped as if she was gritting her teeth.
“You should have,” said the dark-haired woman who appeared beside the red-haired one.
Her other sister. He couldn’t remember her name, but then, he hadn’t seen her very much. She’d only come out of their house once in a while. They’d lived just a few houses down the block from Grant’s family; that was how Blair and Miranda had become such close friends.
“A trial run is a great idea,” she added.
“Not for me,” Miranda said.
“You’re the boss,” the dark-haired one said—with a trace of resentment. “You’re the one who makes all the decisions on who can join. You have to do this.”
Miranda turned to glare at her sister now. And the red-haired one reached over her shoulder toward him.
“Here’s her passport,” she said.
Grant grinned. He liked that the other women had ganged up on Miranda. He wasn’t sure if they were doing it to help him or piss her off, though. “I’ll make sure she has a good time,” he assured them. “A real good time.”
The red-haired one smiled and winked at him. “I’m sure you will.”
He chuckled.
Miranda turned her attention to him, reaching for her passport. “Give that back to me,” she said—in that haughty princess tone she’d adopted as an adult.
He liked it. “After our little trip,” he told her.
“Does she need a suitcase?” the red-haired sister asked.
He shook his head. He hoped she would soon need no clothes at all. “Just the passport.”
“So this is going to be short?” Miranda asked. “Just showing off your airplane?”
“Something like that,” he said.
She sighed and begrudgingly agreed. “Okay then...”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” the dark-haired one told them.
“Don’t listen to her,” the redhead said. “There’s too much uptight Regina wouldn’t do. Don’t do anything either of you wouldn’t do.”
“That makes no sense,” Regina said.
“It makes perfect sense,” the redhead said and chuckled. “There isn’t anything the two of them wouldn’t do.”
