Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(72)

“Dude, go home. Be safe,” I said, pulling him in for a half hug and clapping him on the back. He had an apartment just a few blocks from mine.

Seb didn’t let go of my hand. “It’s good to see you happy, brother. It’s been a long time. Don’t fuck it up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. Go home and get some sleep. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“I’m taking a me-day!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Hey, Dilly,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Badass, girl. MC fucking Hammer. Rolling deep in the nineties, my little hipster.” Elliott helped Seb into the car, and he made eye contact with me. I gave him a nod, which was code for him to take my brother straight home. No stops.

Dylan’s head tipped back in laughter as the four of us piled into the car. We told Hugh we’d drop him at the hotel. He was here in the city for a few days, looking at some possible venues to open another restaurant down the road. He didn’t want to drive back and forth to Cottonwood Cove, which was only an hour away, so he thought he’d just enjoy the city for a few days.

Dylan immediately started grilling my sister. “Are you done with Z?”

“Totally. I’ve kind of been over him for a few weeks.” Sabine shrugged. “And then I confronted him, and he really thought I’d be okay with him cheating. It was kind of a relief. I wasn’t sure how to end it. That made it easy. It’s nice having you home, Wolfy.”

“It sure is, Wolfy,” Hugh said with a chuckle as we pulled up in front of his hotel. “Thanks for a great night. I head back tomorrow, but I expect to see you guys at the restaurant soon.”

“Count on it,” I said, shaking his hand as Gallan opened the door. Hugh kissed Sabine on the cheek and told her not to settle for dirtbags, which made us all laugh.

Dylan jumped out of the car and hugged him goodbye, and he spun her around.

“She’s really great. I hope you don’t mess this up. And her cousin is sure easy on the eyes,” Sabine said, falling back into a fit of giggles.

“Why does everyone think I’ll fuck it up? It’s not serious. But we’re having a good time.” Even I wasn’t buying my own shit. It was serious, wasn’t it?

It had been so long that I didn’t even know how this worked.

I’d never considered it to be anything other than temporary.

But now I couldn’t imagine not being with her.

She climbed back into the car and leaned against me.

“Your cousin is so hot,” Sabine said over a hiccup.

Dylan chuckled. “He’s the best.”

“He’s great, but he’s my age, which is too old for you,” I said.

“Thanks, Dad. Ugh. I hate boys. And I really hate Z.” Sabine leaned against my other side. I looked down to see Dylan’s hand wrapped around my sister’s hand, and I don’t know why, but it nearly undid me.

Things were getting complicated.

I didn’t do complicated.

But I wasn’t going to figure it all out tonight.

We pulled up to Sabine’s building, and she hugged Dylan.

“Call me if you want to talk about the little rat, but remember, you don’t settle. You’re too good for that, okay?” Dylan told her.

“Yes. I couldn’t agree more. Happy hour this week?” my sister said as she climbed out.

“Absolutely.”

I moved out of the car and walked her into the building, hugging her goodbye. “You sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah. I’m really happy you’re home, Wolfy. I used to have nightmares that you wouldn’t come home.” She squeezed me even tighter.

“Not going anywhere, Sabine.”

She nodded and kissed my cheek before walking toward the elevator and waving goodbye.

When I got back in the car, Dylan was talking to her father, and I said a quick hello before she ended the call.

“He’s up late,” I said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.

“He’s not used to not working. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.” She chuckled. “Was Sabine okay?”

“Yeah. She seems all right. I’m glad she’s done with that little shithead.”

“Me, too. Did you have fun tonight?” she asked, and she sounded sleepy.

“Yeah. You’re a fucking rockstar, Minx. I think you singing a little Hammer time is my new favorite fantasy.”

She laughed. “I can sing to you anytime you want.”

“I normally wouldn’t choose that song, but something about you in your hot pants, owning the room and belting out ‘U Can’t Touch This’, was fucking sexy as hell.”

“Now you have a fantasy just like I do,” she said, sitting up to look at me.

“Oh, yes, the one where I service you on the slopes?”

“It was a bit more detailed than that.” She chuckled.

“Tell me.” I ran my fingers through her hair.

“You had just told me that you were a great skier, and I imagined you skiing down the Honey Mountain ski slopes in nothing but those fitted black boxer briefs and then dropping to your knees at my feet.”

My head fell back.

This girl was fucking crazy, and I couldn’t get enough of it.