Page 9 of Breathless With Her
“I don’t think so. What the hell is Erin Taborn doing here?” Caleb asked, folding his arms over his big, broad chest.
“You know Erin?”
“Yeah, in passing.”
“She’s really nice, but I thought she was married. I can’t believe you, Devin. Do I need to call Dimitri? Because he’s going to kick your ass.”
“I could kick his ass,” Caleb muttered.
“Of course, you could, but you’re the baby brother.”
“I’m still your older brother,” he growled out.
“Okay, that’s enough. You don’t need to call Dimitri. Erin had a bad night last night, and I ran into her at the bar. So, I let her crash on my couch. Nothing happened. But the reason she had a bad night is her business. You can get the story from her if you want.”
Amelia turned, and I sat up quickly, pulling at her hair.
“Hey. Watch the hair. I just had a blow-out.”
“I don’t even want to know what that means,” I growled, sliding out of bed. Thankfully, I had put on pajamas, mostly because Erin was in the house. I was grateful that I had done that now, considering that my siblings were in the room with me.
“It just means I had a coupon and had someone else blow-dry my hair so I don’t have to wash it for a few days.”
“Gross,” Caleb said, his eyes dancing.
“Gross? When do you shower, you ass?”
“I shower and wash my ass every day, thank you very much.”
“And I shower every day, too. I just don’t wash my hair every time.”
“Are we done with this conversation? I really don’t need to know about your cleaning habits. Now, get out.”
“No, we want breakfast.”
“You can make your own breakfast. I could actually use your help, though. Can you go get Erin’s car? It’s at the bar.”
Caleb’s eyebrows rose. “Seriously?”
“It’s a long story. I swear everyone’s innocent. Well, except for her husband.”
“Oh, God. Okay, we won’t pry,” Amelia said, holding up her hands and glaring at Caleb.
“Promise. So, you go make sure she’s awake or something because we tiptoed past. And get her keys. Let her know what’s going on. And then we’ll bring her car here. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried. I trust the two of you. At least, as far as I can throw you.”
“With those weak-ass arms, I don’t think you could throw me far,” Caleb said with a grin and then ducked as I shot out my fist.
“No fighting. We don’t want Erin to think we’re heathens.”
“We are heathens,” my brother and I said at the same time, and then I snorted.
“Anyway, let’s go see if she’s up and get her keys. And then she’ll figure out the next step.”
“She will?” Amelia asked.
“I helped her for one night, but I’m not fixing her problems. Don’t know if she’d want me to. I don’t fix everybody’s problems,” I said, shaking my head.