Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(37)

She stopped in front of her door and raised a brow. “I don’t know, Wolf. Maybe we have more in common than you think.”

With that, she whipped around, blonde waves dancing down her back as she pushed her door open and stepped inside.





The following day, I’d been buried in work after I’d gotten home from the gym. I’d sent Dylan a text that we’d leave for Sunday dinner at my parents’ at six sharp. I wasn’t thrilled about my sister inviting her because I needed to put some distance there, and between work and home, Dylan Thomas was everywhere I turned. Having her at Sunday dinner meant we hadn’t gone one day without seeing each other in quite some time.

I knocked on her door, and when she opened it, it was hard not to gawk. She had on fitted jeans, boots that came up to her knees, and a white sweater that hung slightly off one shoulder. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and she looked sexy as hell. She had a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine in her hands.

“You ready?” I asked flatly.

“Well, hello to you, too, Sunshine. I mean, who greets someone that way? You ready? You’re such a Neanderthal.” She marched ahead of me and hit the button for the elevator no less than a dozen times because she was pissed, per usual.

We stepped onto the elevator, and I cleared my throat because her jasmine scent was doing crazy shit to me.

I needed space.

Distance.

Air.

I fantasized about her daily, and I needed to get my head on straight, which wasn’t going to happen with her being around me every fucking second of the day.

“What is your problem?” she huffed. “Are you mad that I’m coming to Sunday dinner?”

“Would it matter if I was?” I moved into her space, and she glared up at me.

“Not really. Your sister invited me, so I don’t need your permission. But I don’t appreciate the attitude.” She stormed past me as the doors opened and marched right out to the street to the waiting car.

She greeted Gallan before climbing into the car. I got in next and shot a text to Bullet to let him know I’d go see Jaqueline and the kids in a few days. And to remind him about the offer to come work for the Lions.

“Why are you being such a jerk?”

I let out a long breath. “Just because I don’t feel like speaking does not make me a jerk. And let me remind you that you’ve called me a Neanderthal and a jerk over the course of five minutes, and you made it clear that you don’t need my permission. So, I’m choosing not to engage in this conversation.”

“Which only further proves my point.”

I didn’t like how comfortable I was with her. Even fighting with her was easy. How fucked-up was that? She was seeping under my skin with every passing day, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Being a dick had always been my go-to when I had my back against the wall, but she seemed to have me figured out. She knew exactly how to press my buttons.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and she stared down at her nails, making it clear she was done engaging with me, as well.

“My brother is going to love that you’re coming to dinner.” I glanced over at her. Why did she have to look so fucking good?

It pissed me off.

“Does that bother you?” She smirked. So cocky and sure of herself.

We pulled up to my parents’ estate, and Gallan drove around the large circular driveway to get us close to the door.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Minx.”

“Just calling it as I see it. You sure seem bothered every time your brother and I speak. And don’t get me started on how you reacted when Dez spoke to me.”

I turned to face her, leaning in close and crowding her. “That dude is bad fucking news. I was protecting you.”

She leaned in, her chin held high, letting me know I didn’t intimidate her one bit. “And I told you that I don’t need protecting.”

“What are you going to do? Pull a knife on every asshole who crosses the line?”

“If I have to, yes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was invited to dinner, and I don’t need you buzz-killing my mood.” She went to climb over me to get out of the car, and her ass hit me in the cheek when she knocked on the window for Gallan to open the door, making a scene of getting out of the car by elbowing me in the shoulder and then kicking my shin, which felt very intentional.

“Good Christ, woman,” I grumped, as I stepped out of the car behind her and shook my head at my driver, who was trying hard to cover his mouth because, obviously, he found the whole thing to be hilarious.

She marched ahead of me, and I couldn’t pull my eyes from her perfect, peach-shaped ass.

I reminded Gallan he was welcome to join us, but he said he had some work to do and would be in later.

Dylan stopped at the door and glanced over her shoulder. “Awfully slow for a Navy SEAL, or are you just fast in the water?”

“You do realize every time you make comments like that, you’re belittling an entire profession that does a fuck ton more than spend time in the water.”

“And you do realize that you’re belittling my very existence with your snide comments and attitude.”

I let out a long breath just as the door flew open. “Dilly, you look beautiful as always,” Seb said, opening his arms for her to step in for a hug as he winked at me over her shoulder.