Page 69 of My Brother's Enemy
“Oh?” I tipped her head back to look at me. “Oh?”
She laughed, and I went still at the smile on her face. She was radiant. “I mean, she’s hot, if it’s the one I think you’re talking about.”
I growled.
Eric laughed.
“What?” She gave me a look before turning to Eric. “He’s a really good brother, but this whole thing is confusing to me. We had hate sex a week ago.”
“Rain,” I snapped.
Eric’s eyes went wide. “Hate sex? Tell me more.”
Rain laughed. “Part of it’s my fault?—”
She stopped abruptly because Paul had returned, sliding his phone into his pocket. He grabbed me a beer from beneath the counter.
“Bated breath here, dude,” I said through gritted teeth.
He was silent until he’d delivered the beer with a flourish. “She’ll be here in fifteen minutes.” He beamed at me. “Cash or credit?”
Eric slumped. “And they call me dramatic.”
I tossed my card on the bar. “We’ll start a tab.”
I knew my sister. Fifteen minutes was an hour and a half in Skylar-speak.
We might as well get comfortable.
43
RAIN
Thirty minutes later, I was buzzed.
I was supposed to be the driver, but I was too buzzed for that. We’d just been drinking and chatting, even though Tyler didn’t want me to share all the weirdness happening between us. And Paul kept refilling our drinks.
Actually, no. Wait. He’d been fillingmydrink, and Tyler got water.Grrr. I didn’t like that move. But I drank them. They were delicious fruity drinks.
The bar had gotten busier, and now the dance floor was hopping. Eric thought we should definitely join the dancing. I wasn’t convinced, but Tyler just kept watching the door.
With a shrug, I slid off my stool.
Eric caught my hand and pulled me into the middle of the group. Soon we were a sweaty mess. It was fun. A few guys came over to dance with Eric, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me close, and shook his head until they moved away.
I wasn’t sure how long we danced. It was long enough that I felt a lot less intoxicated when Eric patted my hip and swung me around.
“Look.”
It took a minute for me to see what he was pointing at, but I found Paul. He nodded discreetly toward the door where Tyler stood. His sister ducked out as he continued to hold it open. He was looking for me. His gaze swept over the dancers until he found me.
Our eyes caught, and something fluttered in my chest.
Oh. No, no, no.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wasn’t supposed to get feelings. Not these types of feelings. Sexual feelings—arousal, lust—yes, those were fine. But not the kind that made my heart feel like it was floating and all sunshiny.
