Road to Grace (Dogs of Fire Book 8)
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“How did you know about that?” Remi demanded.
“He was there,” Grace said.
“What?” she squeaked. “How did I miss that?”
“He dropped Flea off…he didn’t know who you were.”
“God!” Her button nose scrunched up in despair. “Ain’t that all a glorious cherry on top of my shit sundae.”
God damn, her southern accent made my dick hard.
“I hate to break up this reunion,” Flea said. “But we should probably get you both back to your Grams’.”
Grace nodded. “Yes. That would be good.”
“You’re still at your grandmother’s?” Remi asked.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to intrude, Grace. I can go to a hotel.”
“You’re not going to a hotel,” I said.
“You don’t really have a say in it,” she countered.
“Taking you back to my place,” I said.
“Like hell you are.”
“It’s either my grandmother’s or my brother’s,” Grace said.
“You can both come back to mine,” Flea countered.
I shot him a look of warning and I know he understood it, because he grinned.
Fucker.
“Can you stay with Grams, Mer?” Grace asked.
Our grandmother had had surgery on her broken leg a little while ago, so we were all taking turns staying with her so she didn’t try to overdo anything.
I scowled at Flea, but tried to soften my expression when I glanced back at Remi. Her chin was up in a challenging position and she couldn’t have been more beautiful. I focused back on my sister. “Yeah, Gracie, I can stay with Grams.”
She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “Best brother ever.”
“Let’s go, baby,” Flea said to Grace, and grabbed Remi’s bag.
“Give me a sec, yeah?” I asked, and Flea nodded, ushering Grace down the stairs, while Hatch followed.
I cut off Remi’s escape and studied her. “How bad did he hurt you, Rem?”
“I’m fine.”
“Not what I asked.”
“Merrick―Big Bird―Tweety―whatever you call yourself these days…”
“Finch,” I provided.
“Finch. I’m fine. I just want to forget this day ever happened.”
“Did you get those cuts looked at?”
“No, they’re superficial. I have a few bruises, but I’ve been icing. I’ve had worse injuries dancing.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Can I go now?”
“Not yet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Merrick, I’m good. But if you don’t step aside, I’m going to get in my car and drive to a hotel. This is ridiculous.”
“Don’t do that, Remington,” I said. “Grace was worried enough to drag us all down here, so I’m getting the impression you’re not being honest about the severity of the situation. You going to a hotel isn’t going to happen.”
“Well, neither is this conversation. Let me pass.”
I sighed, knowing I’d get no further, and stepped aside. She walked down the stairs and I followed trying not to notice the graceful way her hips swayed as she headed toward my sister. Memories of her tight pussy covering my dick flooded my mind and I had to take a few deep breaths to keep from humiliating myself in front of my family.
Goddammit, one night hadn’t been enough.
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