Page 75 of Reckless With You

Before I could say anything else, he shook his head and walked to the door, leaving without saying another word.

I didn’t think there was anything elsetosay, though. Was there?

Because I didn’t want to hurt Amelia. But I had a feeling if I wasn’t careful, we would end up fucking each other over in the end.

I pulled out my phone and looked down at it, wondering what I should say. I used to be better at this. Whateverthiswas.

Me:Devin was just here.

Amelia:Oh my God. Are you okay?

I leaned against the wall, shaking my head. Of course, she would be worried about me. That’s who she was.

Me:I’m fine.

I thought about telling her that he knew, but I figured that was something I needed to say in person. Because I knew she wanted to tell her brothers to their faces, but I didn’t really know what she would think about a text just then.

Amelia:You’re okay though?

Me:I’m fine. I’ll see you a bit later though, right?

Amelia:That’s the plan. I’m bringing dinner over, right?

Me:Yeah, bring takeout from Gurus.

Amelia:So, we’ll order like seven things and then have leftovers for the next two weeks?

I smiled.

Me:Sounds perfect. See you soon.

I put down my phone, a smile playing on my lips. This was bad. So bad.

I dated. I had fun. I didn’t put too much of myself into anything. But it was hard to be that way when I was with Amelia. And I didn’t know why.

It shouldn’t be like that.

But, apparently, I didn’t really have a choice when it came to her. And that scared me more than it should.

The doorbell rang, and I frowned, looking down at my phone. She couldn’t be here already. Maybe it was Devin again. Or one of Amelia’s other brothers. Considering that she had a vat of them, they’d probably all come by to threaten to kick my ass at some point. It only made sense.

I opened the door and frowned. The woman standing there had long, auburn hair tied at the nape of her neck, dark eyes with a bit of sadness to them, strong cheekbones, and a pointed chin. She was tall, had on heeled boots, a tight jacket, and her hands were closed around the strap of her purse so tightly that I could see her knuckles turning white.

And I knew this woman.

Just then, I remembered the two phone calls I’d missed, and the fact that I hadn’t called her back because I’d been distracted by Amelia. And myself.

“Melinda?”

She gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and I frowned again.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t remember me, Tucker.”

She had a sexy-as-sin voice, and a laugh that always made me laugh with her. She’d been fun, the two of us going out a few times, but we’d never had anything serious. Not that I’d ever been serious or had any plans to be, but we’d had a couple of fun nights.

I didn’t even know why I still had her number in my phone since it had been a few years since I last spoke to her.

“It’s cold as fuck out there, come in,” I said, wondering why she was here.