Still Crushing on His Best Friend’s Older Sister: Cates Brothers # 2
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Still Crushing on His Best Friend’s Older Sister
Cates Brothers # 2
Lee Kilraine
Copyright
Still Crushing on His Best Friend’s Older Sister
Copyright © 2016, 2020 by Lee Kilraine
Previously published as Bringing Delaney Home
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, businesses, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Made in the United States of America
Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Excerpt Grumpy Boss
Also by Lee Kilraine
About the Author
About This Book
Still Crushing on His Best Friend’s Older Sister
A Reverse Beauty & the Beast Romance
Quinn Cates:
Crush on his best friend’s sister…check.
Five years later: totally over it… check.
Only his best friend says her sister’s in trouble & needs Quinn to bring her home.
Yeah, so now Delaney’s back and that lie he told himself…the one about being over her?
Not. Even. Close.
Delaney Lyons:
Tour in Afghanistan as an Army nurse…check.
Five years later: a Purple Heart, survivor’s guilt, and a drunk pity party for one on the kitchen floor…check, check aaand check.
Only her little sister’s best friend comes barging into Delaney’s life & drags her home.
Yeah, so now she’s back and the lie she tells herself…the one about not being attracted to Quinn?
Not. Even. Close.
Second chances don’t come around often…
Delaney gets a second chance at life and love…but is she strong enough to take it?
Quinn gets a second chance at the girl who got away…but is he strong enough to handle the woman she’s become?
Still Crushing on His Best Friend’s Older Sister is a small-town romance featuring a hot cop, a wounded nurse, an old high school rival that makes the bachelorettes on The Bachelor look tame, an in-your-face teenager who sort of helps rescue a cranky princess, and a grapevine that never heard a rumor they couldn’t make better. A love story with heat, heart, humor & a sigh-worthy HEA.
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1
When he’d woken up today, Quinn Cates hadn’t had “kidnap his best friend’s sister” on his to-do list.
Greer said kidnap was too strong a word, but when he asked what she expected him to do if Delaney refused to come with him, she responded, “You’re a big guy. Just put her over your shoulder and carry her out.”
“Greer, that’s kidnapping in any cop’s book, which, go figure, my police department frowns on.”
“She’s in trouble, Quinn. I know it.” Greer ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Her doctor called me today to see if Delaney was with me. He said she’s lost ten pounds in the last two months and hasn’t shown up for physical therapy in over three weeks.”
Reaching out, Quinn steadied Greer’s hands in his. “Hey, I’ve talked to a lot of accident victims. Depression is not unusual during the aftermath.” He used his official cop voice, hoping to talk her down from her kidnapping plan. Hell, any plan that had him in close proximity to Delaney was a dangerous one. Wasn’t that why he had instigated the “Delaney-free” conversation rule with Greer five years ago? In order to get over Delaney, he’d had to go cold turkey.
“Quinn, I just got off the phone with her. She sounded like she’d been drinking—”
“Christ, does she have access to serious meds?”
“Could Willy Wonka get his hands on some chocolate? They’re like Tic Tac candies in her life. She’s been on heavy narcotics for eight months.”
“Well, hell.” Quinn pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the survival instinct telling him “no” was the only sane answer. This was his best friend asking for help, and if Delaney was in trouble . . . “Okay, I’ll go check on her, even bring Delaney home if necessary, but, unless it’s worst case, I still can’t carry her out against her will.”
“Then use your dimples and that famous Cates charm.”
“Right. Because that worked so well before.”
“Good point. Tell her you arrested me and I need her to post bail.”
“Nobody would fall for that.”
Greer nodded. “You’re right. You’d never arrest me.”
“I’d arrest your sweet ass in a heartbeat.” Quinn grinned at Greer’s you-wouldn’t-dare expression. “But I’d bail you out . . . after you had few hours to cool off.”
“One time when we were in the third grade, you made me really mad. Delaney helped me write a list of sixty-eight ways to torture you.” Greer cocked a warning eyebrow in his direction. “I still have the list.”
“I’ve known you since kindergarten and I’m just now finding out you and your sister are crazy?”
“No, you’ve known it the whole time. It’s another thing you’re in denial about.” Greer turned all business now that he had signed on to her plan. She slapped an airline ticket to Washington, D.C. in his hand. “You can drive her back in her Jeep. Thank you, Quinn. I know this is the last thing you want to do, but—”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s Delaney.”
“I really appreciate this. If my backup a
t work hadn’t gone into labor last night, I’d go,” she said, giving him a tight hug. “I owe you one.”
“I get it. Unhand me, woman. I’ve got a flight to catch.”
* * *
Washington, D.C. streaked by at forty-five miles an hour. Quinn stared out the window, not seeing any of it. Greer's plan was simple enough. Sure, he’d been stuck on Delaney in high school, but that was years ago. He’d moved on.
The taxi pulled up at the curb, and for a split second, he wanted it to keep driving. He had no problem helping out a friend. His problem was his gut was telling him it could get complicated. He didn’t do complicated. Not anymore.
“It’s only as complicated as you make it,” he said, talking himself out of making it a big deal.
“It’s not that complicated,” the taxi driver said. “The fare’s twenty-seven dollars. Tell ya what, gimme an even thirty. See? No math. Not complicated at all.”
Quinn looked at the taxi driver as if seeing him for the first time. “Thanks for the ride,” he said, handing over the thirty dollars before climbing out of the cab. He looked up at the third-floor windows of Delaney’s apartment building. So, don’t make it complicated. You moved on years ago. Go in. Help. Get out. Simple. He walked over to the building’s entrance, punched in the entry code Greer had given him, and took the stairs up rather than wait for the elevator.
“Delaney?” Quinn called out as he opened the door to Delaney’s apartment. At first glance, the apartment looked vacant. But the key Greer had given him worked, so it had to be Delaney’s place. Metal blinds, lowered over a single window to block the light, dimmed the small living room. A few broken slats created spaces for the setting sun to force its way through. Dust motes floated in slow motion in the narrow sun rays.
A love seat, wingback chair, and coffee table, all various shades of brown, took up most of the space. There were no pictures on the walls, no knickknacks on the table or pillows on the couch. Beyond the living room, a bright fluorescent light shone behind a pass-through window. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the light. He knew he needed to pull it together when the thought Don’t go toward the light flashed through his mind.
Greer’s a worrier. Delaney’s probably fine. When was she not fine, even with everything she’d had to deal with growing up, right? Keep it simple. Assess. Help. Get out.
“Delaney?” He walked toward the light until he stood in the kitchen doorway—where he found Delaney. She was sitting on the chipped and yellowed linoleum floor with her back against a kitchen cabinet. She wore a grey T-shirt and dark grey baggy sweatpants with the tips of neon-green running shoes peeking out. Huh. Kind of hard to assess the weight loss Greer had mentioned when she was wearing clothes that looked like Shaq could borrow them. She had scraped her honey-blond hair into a messy-looking bun and stabbed a silver teaspoon through it. Her face seemed to be all sharp cheekbones and big golden-brown eyes. Her delicate nose was red and running. The perfect ivory skin etched in his memory was today a mess of patchy blotches and tear tracks.
“Delaney, it’s Quinn Cates. Your sister Greer sent me.”
“Greer? You’re not Greer. Greer has much prettier hair. And you’re very . . .” Delaney tilted her head all the way back, looking up the long length of him until her head hit the cabinet behind her. “Ouch . . . big. What are you, about twelve feet tall?”
“Delaney, what are you doing?” Quinn stepped into the kitchen and did a quick visual inventory for pills and alcohol.
“I’m trying to stop the pain.”
Stepping around a collection of wineglasses and coffee cups on the floor, Quinn crouched next to her. He grabbed the prescription bottle beside her hip while trying to lift her face to check her pupils, but she batted his hand away.
“Delaney, these are . . . prescription vitamins? Is this what you took?” After he noted the bottle was full, his eyes did a quick scan of the countertops and small pine kitchen table for any more prescription bottles.
“Because, you know, I hurt. I still hurt so bad and it seems like it’s been forever.”
“Delaney!” Quinn reached out and turned her face to look into his. “Delaney Lyons, did you take any pain pills? Any narcotics?”
“Oh, hell, no. Those things mess you up. I stopped taking those weeks ago.” She tried to bat his hand away again.
Her pupils looked normal. “Is that all you took?”
“Nope. I had some wine.” She looked at the floor around her and counted the number of wineglasses. “It appears I’ve had six, six glasses of wine. Whoa. I sound like The Count.” Hiccup.
“Are you sure, Delaney?” The wineglasses were lined up in a row, as if she’d poured them all and then had drunk her way down the line.
“No. Lemme count again. One, two—” She stopped counting to massage her left leg above the knee. Clenching her jaw tight, she released a low moan and looked up at the ceiling. “God, if it would just stop for an hour . . . five minutes even . . .” Delaney looked back at Quinn. “Is five freaking minutes too long to ask?”
Quinn looked at Delaney, very pale but still beautiful, and watched pain, anger, and then finally sadness chase each other across her face.
She looked back down at the floor with a sigh. “Oh my, look at all the coffee cups. I remember. I drank the coffee to stop the spinning.”
“The spinning?”
“Yeah. Side effect of my no-pain method.”
“Gotcha. How are the spinning and the pain right now?”
“Oh, well, not bad ’cause I stopped the spinning with doughnuts.” She grabbed a doughnut out of the box on the floor. Breaking it in half, she reached up and pulled the spoon out of her bun and started eating the jelly from the center of the doughnut.
“And the pain?”
Delaney looked back up at him.
“No. No matter what I do—I can’t stop the pain,” she whispered. Hiccup.
“What about the vitamins?”
“That’s for the osteoporosis and scurvy.” Her eyes teared up and a sob rolled up from her chest. “Only now I don’t need as much anymore.”
With tears running down her cheeks, Delaney dropped her doughnut and spoon into the box, reached out, and grabbed Quinn by his shirt. She pulled him forward enough to rub her tears and runny nose on his sleeve. “When I was little, when Greer was born, I knew exactly what to do. Take care of Greer. Protect her.”
“You did a good job.”
“I had to. Then she grew up and didn’t need me, so I left and made a new life. I had a plan, but—” Delaney scrubbed her hands over her face and shook her head. “Funny how one second can change your life, you know? Boom. So now I want to be left alone. Why won’t Greer understand that?”
“She’s worried about you.”
“I told her I was fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” Quinn watched the tears run silently down her face, realizing in all the years he’d known Delaney he’d never seen her cry before.
“Of course I’m not fine. My life makes no sense anymore. And I’m tired of trying to make it make sense, you know? I just want to be left alone. That’s all.”
“Delaney?”
“Yes?” She sniffed and blinked tear-filled eyes up to his face.
“It’s time to come home. Greer sent me to get you.” He used the bottom of his shirt to finish wiping her tears away.
She looked up at him in confusion. “One of the many Cates brothers. In high school, you couldn’t sneeze without spraying a Cates brother. One of you was always at the principal’s office. Was that you? You look like the bad boy of the bunch.”
Quinn quirked an eyebrow at her, wondering what game she was playing. She damn well knew who he was. “No, that was Tynan.”
“The one who cheated off my chemistry tests?”
“Tynan.”
“The one who dated the student teacher?”
“What? Seriously? Had to be Tynan.”
She studied him, tilting her head differ
ent angles. “Hmmm, not Tynan, and not the super-hot one, or that other one the girls nicknamed Mr. Darcy, and definitely not old what’s-his-name. That makes you the one who dated all those perky cheerleaders. Quinlan.” She poked him in the chest with her finger.
“Guilty.” He stood up and took a step back, rubbing his chest where she’d poked him.
“You don’t say. Of what?”
“Nothing.” Guilty of being stupid if he let her touch get to him again. He’d gotten over her five years ago. He was not taking that road again.
“Don’t poker up on me now. Go ahead and confess. It’s a few years too late, but . . . No? Fine. I’ll go first. I confess I’m pretty sure I made out with one of you Cates boys, but I’m not sure which one.”
Quinn crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “How could you not be sure which one of us you made out with?”
“Well, you all looked a lot alike. You know, tall, square jaw, and dark hair. You know what you needed? Name tags. If you Cates brothers had worn name tags, then I’d remember which one.”