Her eyes were green, and her lashes were long – the real deal, nothing fake about them. Her hair was brown with flecks of gold, and her body was tight and sweet with soft curves in all the right places.
As far as her personality, she was a stubborn pain in the ass who was obviously too impulsive for her own good.
Still, I might've liked her if I were inclined to like anyone, which I wasn't.
It didn't matter. She was strictly off-limits.
She was the little sister of Flynn's fiancée, which meant that in a roundabout way, she was Flynn's sister, too – orwouldbe after the wedding.
Girls came and went. But a strong friendship, that was permanent – which meant I'd be smart to keep my hands and thoughts to myself.No drama. No complications. No losing a friend when things went South.
I flicked my head toward the rear of the house. "First we'll check his bedroom."
She glanced toward the farthest door on the right. "Do you really think we should?"
"Why not?"
"It just seems kind of risky." She bit her lip. "Like, what if he's sleeping?"
"Then I'll wake him up."
With a nervous smile, she said, "You're joking, right?"
"No joke," I said. "But if you want, you can wait here."
"But…" She hesitated. "I'm just saying, that's a little invasive, don't you think?"
I gave her a good, long look. "Compared to what?"
"What do you mean?"
I considered everything she'd told me in the car. "Is it more invasive than what he's been doing to you?" My voice was steady, but my thoughts weren't.
Yeah, Becka wasn'tmysister, but the guy had stepped way out of line. And Flynn was out of town, which meant that it was up to me to make things right.
Becka sighed. "I get your point, but it's not like he actually touched me or anything. And even that thing in the kitchen, maybe it was just…I dunno…bad timing on my part."
Bad timing, my ass.I said, "And the noises?"
"Maybe he was just joking around." She glanced toward the guy's bedroom. "And who knows? Maybe I'm making too much of it."
"Or maybe the guy's an asshole."
"Yeah, but even if he is, there's no law against that, is there?"
No. There wasn't.
Good thing for me.
I smiled. "But we'renotthe law, are we?" As I said it, I began striding down the hallway.
She hustled to keep up. "But wait, I'm still not sure–"
"Don't worry.Iam."
One twist of the knob, and the door was open.No lock. No nothing.The guy reallywasa dumb-ass. And disorganized, too.Silently, I scanned the cluttered space, taking in the discarded clothes, the empty beer bottles, and a single jar of grape jelly sitting on the night stand.
Now that was interesting.
