I Flipping Love You (Shacking Up #3)(23)

“It’s cleaned between rentals.”

“Every time?”

“Every time.”

“So why bother with the rules if you know they’re going to get broken.”

“Because if they break them, and I find out, I get to keep their cleaning deposit.”

“Ah. Now it makes sense.”

“Anyway. I should finish up the lawn so you can enjoy your afternoon. I’m down the beach if you need anything.” I motion in the direction of my brother’s beach house. It’s closer to the rundown mansion at the crest of the beach.

“Right.” Her eyes dart down and then come back up. “Okay, great. Thanks.”

I turn to leave.

“Pierce?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for being so nice about this, especially after the car stuff.” She gestures to the beach house.

“Like I said, it’s just a car. And as long as you don’t throw any parties, we’ll be fine.” I leave her to settle in and get back to work.

Fifteen minutes later the two of them head down the path to the beach, towels and bags under their arms. Rian gives me a wave, rushing to keep up with her sister. They both have plastic cups with lids and straws.

I take my time on the lawn. Using the WeedWacker on the perimeter, being extra thorough since it allows me a great view of the beach and Rian. My patience is worth it. Her cover-up lasts all of two minutes.

Sweet fucking Christ. That body is something else. Her hot-pink bikini—it must be her favorite color—has ties on either hip, holding the tiny triangles of fabric together.

Where her sister is all straight lines and long limbs, Rian is lush and curvy. The two of them seem oblivious to the attention they’re drawing as they spray each other down with sunscreen.

It doesn’t take long for the volleyball players to invite them to join in. Marley doesn’t take much to convince, but Rian stays put. She stretches out on her towel, facing the beach house, and flips open a laptop. I go back to my weed whacking.

After I’m done with the lawn I don’t have any more reasons to stick around, so I grudgingly head back to my brother’s place. I find Lawson reclined in a lounger. Beside him sit Amalie Dolls in their own tiny beach chairs, wearing bathing suits and hats. A bottle of kid’s sunscreen—a product endorsement—is positioned on the small table between them. I’m sure if I check our social media feeds, there will be a series of images posted with those damn dolls, probably talking about sun safety.

It’s crazy what sells dolls.

“I don’t know why you don’t hire someone to mow the lawn. I’m sure there’s some kid who would do it for twenty bucks.” Lawson stretches his arms over his head and yawns.

I poke him in the stomach, hard. “Maybe you should mow a few lawns instead of drinking all those beers, brother. You’re getting soft.” That’s untrue, but for a guy who likes to dress like a hippie and pretend he gives zero fucks about anything, he spends a lot of time in front of a mirror.

Lawson bats my hand away. “Fuck off. My abs are steel.”

I head inside for a minute and grab the binoculars. Trip, my dog—whose full name is Tripod, because of his three-legged status—comes back outside with me. I need to take him for a run soon or he’s going to go stir-crazy. He might only have three legs, but it doesn’t slow him down. Plus, it’ll give me a reason to stop at the rental again.

“You creeping on the hotties?” Lawson asks as I drop into the chair next to him.

“I’m keeping an eye on our properties.” I scan the beach. Rian’s bikini isn’t difficult to spot.

She’s lying on her stomach, pen poised between her lips, feet crossed over each other, legs swinging.

“You mean, you’re keeping an eye on those girls renting out sixty-nine. Are they hot?” He grins like a perv.

“So you know that girl who hit my car in the grocery store parking lot?”

“How the hell could I forget? You bitched about it enough.”

“Did I mention she’s a twin?”

“No. You did not. Are they hot?” He takes off his sunglasses. “I wonder what a threesome with twins would be like. Do you think it gets confusing?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Oh, come on. I bet you’ve thought about it, though, right? I mean, how could you not? Two hot girls who look the same, taking turns riding you. A threesome with twins is going on my bucket list.”

I give my brother a look. “You do get how messed up that is, right? That’s considered incest.”

“They’d be doing me, not each other. So it’s fine.”

“I think you need to stop subscribing to porn sites.”

“I only watch the free stuff. Anyway, back to the twins you’re not going to have a threesome with, which is really too bad.” After a few seconds of silence, he makes a go-on motion with his hands and folds them under his chin.

“They’re the ones staying in beach house sixty-nine.”

“No fucking way!” He grabs for the binoculars. “Gimme those. Dude, if you’re not gonna try and get in there, I sure as hell am.”

“There’s not a chance in hell either one of them would sleep with you.” At least I hope not. Especially since I’d like to be the one to get Rian into a bed eventually.