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Author: Molly McAdams
I muted the relieved breath that left my lungs, and didn’t even have to think about my answer. Maci would kill me if she found out I told them about the douchebag who came over. “No, she’s not. ”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, Dylan, I’m sure. ”
He spoke away from the phone, telling what I’m guessing were the rest of the brothers what I had said. “Okay, well, hey. Let’s all get together this weekend, grab some food and beers. ”
“Okay, I’m off after today, so just let me know. ”
“And, Connor. ”
“Hmm?”
“My sister doesn’t need to hear your women screaming. Try to get them to keep it down, all right?”
So she had heard. Why is that bothering me so much?
“Connor. ”
“Yeah, I got you. It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure Maci’s gone, or I’ll go to their place . . . something. ”
“Appreciate it, bro. I’ll call you later, we’ll set something up for tomorrow night. ”
“All right. Later. ”
As soon as we were off the phone. I pulled up Maci’s name and sent her a message.
I’m sorry about last night
Maci Price: I’m not sorry I made your face green ;)
Which reminded me . . . hope she didn’t have any plans for the evening.
Chapter Four
Maci
“AMBER, IF YOU don’t let me get off the phone, then I’m never going to get ready. I love you, I’ll see you in an hour. ”
“Ugh. Fine. Get ready, but we’re picking up this conversation later. I’m not letting Bryce ruin your chances of meeting someone else tonight. ”
I eyed Bryce sitting on my couch and suppressed a sigh. “Whatever you say. ”
“I’m serious!”
“Uh-huh. I got it. Getting ready now. Bye. ”
Running into my bathroom, I took the towel off my head and threw it onto the floor before hastily running my brush through my hair. I was so behind on getting ready, and Bryce was one of those guys who got annoyed if we were late. Since Connor had confirmed there wasn’t a chance in hell for anything between us, I really didn’t want to start off a night with Bryce already bitching. And despite Amber still insisting on finding me someone . . . anyone other than Bryce . . . I wasn’t willing to go through the process. I couldn’t see the point in it. Not when we had a perfectly good—
“Son of a bitch! What the fuck?”
I shut off the blow dryer and threw it onto the bathroom countertop as I spit out what had gotten in my mouth when I’d been freaking out, and rubbed at my eyes so I could look in the mirror. My entire head was covered in white powder. I was going to shank the bastard.
“You okay?” Bryce’s voice filled my hallway seconds before he appeared behind me. “What the hell happened to you?”
“I swear to God I’m going to kill that motherfucker!” I screeched as I pushed past Bryce and stomped down my hallway.
And I mean stomped. I looked like a little kid getting ready to throw a fit over not getting any ice cream.
“Language, Maci, and where are you going?”
“Probably to jail. ”
“What? Wait, stop walking!” Bryce grabbed my arm and turned me toward him. His eyes bouncing over my head and shoulders with confusion. “Who did this? What is all this, baby powder?”
I scratched at my head and neck and shook his hand off as I turned back to open my apartment door. “Probably. ”
“I said stop!”
“I just need to kill him, Bryce. I’ll be back in five seconds!”
“Maci!”
I flung open Connor’s door and stormed over to where he was standing in the kitchen. Arms crossed over his chest, smirk on that stupid pretty face.
“You should really lay off all the coke,” he said. “Or I can get you help, if you need it. ”
“I will fucking murder you, you stupid piece of shit!”
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me all day. ”
“Maci!” Bryce barked and I turned to look at him. “I said stop, and I mean now. Get back in your apartment, don’t make me say it again. ”
My head jerked back. I’d never seen Bryce like this. Usually he was carefree, ready to have a good time . . . his only problem was his incessant need to be on time and to suck up to his incredibly rude parents. This was the first time I’d seen him look and act just like his dad. I couldn’t move or say anything; I just stood there staring at him with my mouth wide open.
“I think you need to leave. ” Connor’s voice was no longer teasing. It was dark, terrifying—and if I was being honest with myself—kind of hot. I felt his body press up against my back, and had to force myself not to lean into him.
“Maci. ” Bryce spoke as though Connor never had and wasn’t currently standing behind me. “Do you know how ridiculous you’re making yourself look right now? Let’s go. ”
“I’ve never understood what you see in this tool,” Connor mumbled under his breath. Stepping around me, he walked up to Bryce.
Even though Connor was a few inches shorter, it wasn’t hard to see why Bryce backed up. Connor and his intensity. I wanted to smile.
“I can’t stop Maci from seeing you, because she’s an adult. But I can make you leave my apartment, and I strongly suggest you do it voluntarily, before I force you to. ” He didn’t stop walking toward him, and he didn’t stop talking. “I don’t like you, never have. You don’t take care of Maci, and even after all this time with her, you don’t have the balls to step up and be the man she needs and deserves. ”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Who the hell is this, and what did he do with Connor Green? My eyes were probably bulging out of my head as I watched Bryce step toward the open doorway.
Bryce’s head shot up, his eyes piercing mine. “Maci, get over here. We’re leaving. ”
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if I ever hear you talking to Maci like she’s a child again, this is your only warning that I won’t even bother waiting for her brothers. I’ll make it so you’ll never want to look in her direction again, do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Mac—”
“Leave. ”
I watched in disbelief as Bryce backed out and Connor shut the door on him. I grew up with four older brothers. Brothers who wouldn’t let other guys get near me, but also didn’t cut me slack when it came to . . . well . . . anything. I’d always had to fight for everything, growing up. So I didn’t need Connor coming to my rescue, but, hell, that was the hottest thing I’d witnessed in a long time.
And now I was confused all over again. I thought I was Mini to him not even twenty-four hours ago. I thought he’d been making it obnoxiously clear that I didn’t mean anything to him. He’s so damn confusing. And why the hell does this baby powder itch so freaking bad?
Connor turned and walked quickly back to me, but I’d just remembered why I’d come into his apartment in the first place. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I punched him in the stomach as hard as my little muscles would allow.
“Fuck, Mace!” he wheezed.
“This shit burns, and it itches really bad! I keep scratching my head and skin like I have lice, or a rash or something, and it got in my mouth! Since when does baby powder itch like this?”
He laughed as he straightened up, his hand rubbing at his stomach. Pussy. “It’s not baby powder. ”
I stopped mid-scratch before starting up furiously again. “You have five seconds to tell me what I’m covered in. ”
“Itching powder. Good to know it actually works. ”
No words came out of my mouth as I stood there gaping at him. After floundering for something to say and coming up empty, I did a very girly and unattractive screech before stomping around him and back to my apartment. Bryce was pacing
inside, and as soon as I entered, he leveled me with a glare and pointed in the direction of Connor’s place.
“Who the hell was that?”
“My neighbor. He’s one of my brothers’ best friends, so he’s kind of protective. ”
“I don’t like you living next to someone like him, and I don’t appreciate you letting him order me around. ”
I slammed my hand down on the counter after grabbing my phone to research how to de-itchify myself, and turned to look at him. “Are you serious right now? I didn’t let him do anything. You were being a douche and he didn’t like that you were ordering me around. Neither did I. You know what? I don’t even know why you’re still here! You should go, Bryce. I’ll see you tomorrow or Sunday when you’re not being such an ass. ”
“Maci, this is dumb. We’ve got to stop this game we’ve been playing. It’s stupid, and your neighbor kinda had a point, even though he didn’t seem to have all the facts. It’s not just me keeping us a secret, but I’m done with it. I’m almost twenty-four, Maci. My parents expect me to be married by the time I’m twenty-five. ”
“Oh Jesus,” I whispered when he started walking toward me.
“I become a partner in Dad’s firm on my twenty-fifth birthday, I can’t go into the firm single. You know this. ”
No, I so did not know that.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, his eyes roaming over my whited-out hair. “We’ll get your hair back to blond, and we’ll take this out,” he murmured, tapping the small hoop on my left nostril. “As for the tattoos . . . we’ll cover them when we make appearances. ”
“Appearances? Wh—”
“Babe, you know I think you’re hot . . . God you’re so sexy, but I need the tame-looking Maci in public. You can be this when it’s just us. Okay? As soon as you look normal again, we’ll announce our engagement. ”
I’d known Bryce had always thought we’d end up together. Just like I’d known he’d expected me to go back to the old me. I just hadn’t realized that when the conversation would finally happen, it would hurt so much. When we were with friends, he didn’t care who saw us together. But saying that if we were to continue with an actual relationship, I could only be me in private? That I needed to get back to “normal?” This was my normal.