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My lungs seize up and my muscles lock. I’m completely enraptured, consumed by her as she banters with my friends.
Is she friends with Sara? Fuck yes. This couldn’t be more perfect. Brooks’s and War’s wives are best friends, along with Aiden’s wife. Even Coach’s. Once again, I’m hit with how right Sienna was for me all those years ago. It’s fate, pure and simple.
Fucking serendipity.
“Only because he’s my favorite brother. Today, at least.” Her raspy laugh washes over me, making it impossible to comprehend anything she’s saying.
“Aw, you hear that, Brookie?” Sara coos. “Sienna says you’re her favorite.”
“Who is that?” I mumble to War. Why, I don’t know. All reasonable thought has escaped me.
He turns, hands in his pockets. “Oh, that’s Sienna. You haven’t met her?”
I shake my head, even though, yes, I’m very well acquainted. “How does she know the Langfields?”
War laughs. “Dude. You haven’t looked at a woman in years. This is not the time to change that. At least not withthatwoman.”
I blink out of the fog Sienna’s proximity has brought with it, my head snapping his way. “Why?”
“She doesn’tknowthe Langfields,” he says, his brows lifted. “Sheisa Langfield. The little princess, to be exact. Brooks’s baby sister, Sienna.”
My mind does a million somersaults as I put together the conversation Sienna and Sara just had.
Fuck.
The bombshell War just dropped replays in my mind. Then the conversations Sienna and I had all those years ago.
When people find out my last name, it changes things.
I have four older brothers.
Holy shit. She is SiennaLangfield. My best friend’s younger sister. My coach’s younger sister. My teammate’s younger sister.
Fuck.
The difference in our ages never really concerned me. Not in the beginning, because I had no intention of having anything but a fling, and not once I got to know her, because by then, she was all that mattered.
Now? Unease slithers through me. I’m a depraved asshole. All the things we did? All the ways I took her, all the filthy words, only to find out that she was once the kid sitting in the stands watching my hockey game?
I study her again. The ruching of her tight red dress accentuates all her curves, and her breasts swell from the top in a way that makes my mouth water. Sienna is all woman. The guys must know that. They don’t see her as their baby sister. They see her as an adult. Right?
I’m still trying to convince myself of that when her brothers surround her, engulfing her in hugs and smiling for the camera. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She waves Sara over, and a moment later, the other Langfield women join the group. Brooks’s parents make their way over, too, and the whole lot of them smile for the camera. It’s a family photo that’ll probably be hung on the wall in more than one Langfield house, with Sienna right in the middle. By herself.
A relieved breath escapes me. There’s no partner at her side. No obvious plus-one.
I just need to get her alone. Find a way to surprise her so we can have our little reunion without the attention of the dozens of people still in this room.
A memory of what her lips felt like on mine surfaces, and my mouth waters. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her again. It’s followed by a flash of her smile. The smile she’ll give me when she realizes I finally found her.
From there, the thoughts turn X-rated, including a fantasy of dragging her into a dark corner, hiking that dress up, and slamming into her.
“You okay?” War asks.
My heart stutters, and I reel back. Jeez, I’ve got to escape this room for a second. Otherwise I’ll give away all my secrets. If I’m not careful, everyone here will see how utterly obsessed I am with my best friend’s younger sister. They’ll sense the depraved need that’s stirring to live inside me as I consider all the dirty, dirty things I want to do to her when I get her alone.
So I take a step back.
