Page 95 of All the Beautiful Things
“Morning.”
Angie smiled up at me right before her brown eyes dropped to my stomach and beyond without shame. “Well… this is better than I hoped for.”
Her brother shoved her to the side. “Knock it off, you perv.”
“You cannot expect me to see all that delicious white creamy skin and not think I’m going to either look or comment on it.”
I chuckled. Josiah glared at her.
Figuring I should stop sibling world war three-hundred and eighty-six if they were anything like Melissa and me, I stepped back and pulled the door open as I moved.
“Come on in.” While they did, I threw on my shirt, aware of Angie’s approving glance until I was fully covered. “Did Lilly tell you where I lived?”
“We tried her place first,” Angie said. “She told me you lived on the top floor. We banged on both doors.”
I’d figured. I turned to the guy with the black eye. “You must be Josiah.”
He barely nodded in my direction before looking around me into my living room. “Is she here?”
“Yeah. She’s still sleeping, though. Come on in and I’ll go wake her. You can stay for breakfast if you want. I was planning on making something for us.”
“Good,” Josiah groaned. “I haven’t eaten shit since dinner last night.”
Shit. With everything Lilly talked about, I’d forgotten to call the police station. “Were you taken in? I’m sorry. I told Lilly I’d call and help with bail if needed but we had a lot to talk about.”
“It’s all good.” He flipped his hand in the air and then ducked when Angie swung at him.
“It was not all good. Mama is pissed with a capital P and you are grounded until you’re this guy’s age.”
“What’d you want me to do? Stand back and let that ass keep scaring Lilly?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then quit bitching.”
I stepped between the two of them. Something told me they rarely got anything accomplished when they were together. “You need money to cover bail?”
Whatever annoyance he had with his sister fired to extreme measures. He glared at me, not giving a shit he was almost ten years younger than me, three inches shorter, and thirty pounds lighter. “I don’t take handouts.”
“You were there for my girl when I couldn’t be. I owe you. You need that covered, it’s my way of saying thank you.”
“Four fifty,” Angie said, shoving her brother out of the way and shooting him a glare. “And since it came from my account, I have no problems taking handouts from you. And a hug would be nice too.”
She grinned at me. Unashamed. Confident.
She was young, but she’d lived.
I hugged her and didn’t mind when she held on for too long. “I’ll go get Lilly.”
“Right. You do that.” She patted my ass without embarrassment even when I smirked at her. She shrugged. “She doesn’t tell me a lot. Figured I should investigate what she’s got while I could.”
“Fucking hell, Ang.”
“Cool it, Josiah.”
I left the bickering siblings to their ways and went to my room. Lilly was sitting up, brushing hair from her face, eyes barely more than slits but looking rested.
She was also beautiful, and I let my gaze linger on my sexy siren, still trying to wipe sleep from her eyes. She hadn’t yet noticed the sheet and blankets were at her waist and she’d fallen asleep naked.
