Page 65 of Tempting Miles
“Raindrop,” Ruin hisses, “Mama’s trying to put the twins in bed.”
“Relax, Ruru.” Rain waves her off before leaning toward me again. “When?”
I take another sip of wine. “At your wedding.”
”Oh my God,” Rain says, “I knew it.”
I blink. “What?”
“Xander and I saw you two disappear into the grove together,” she says casually. “We were also looking for a place to fuck, so no judgment.”
“Apparently, your wedding was one giant hookup fest,” Ruin says.
“Holy hell. But this?” Rain points between me and the direction Miles disappeared. “This seems different.”
I cross one leg over the other. “Meaning?”
“Come on, Penny. Be real,” Rain says. “My brother has never—never—”—she pauses for effect—“been this touchy-feely with a woman in front of the family.”
“Ever,” Ruin agrees softly.
I open my mouth to argue, but she keeps going.
“He walked straight to where you were standing, only ate the cookies you brought—which, side note, are beautiful—“and practically eye-fucked you the entire time he was in this kitchen… Girl…”
My wine nearly goes down the wrong pipe. “There’s chemistry between us,” I admit carefully, “But feelings? That’s a stretch.”
“I mean, he offered to let you stay at his place,” Ruin adds.
“What? You’re staying with him?” Rain asks, her eyes wide as saucers.
“Tonight will be my first night at his place. With the second crew starting, everyone thought it’d be best if I stayed local instead of commuting back and forth.” I shrug, though the movement feels a little looser than usual.
“What are you still doing here?” Rain blurts as she jumps up so fast her chair nearly crashesto the floor.
Ruin groans, covering her face with a hand. “Rain, calm it down. They’re adults. They can handle their own business.”
“Bullshit,” Rain mutters while stacking leftover trays on top of each other. “Xander!” she yells toward the hallway.
“Raindrop, leave that.” Ruin laughs as she takes the trays from her sister’s hands. “You’re so hyped up, you’ll probably make more of a mess.”
I laugh harder than the situation probably warrants, and by the time the guys wander back into the kitchen, my cheeks hurt.
Then my eyes find Miles.
And just like always, the sight of him takes my breath away.
“Ready?” he asks once he’s standing close enough that I catch the scent of soap and winter air clinging to his jacket.
I nod, smiling up at him.
“Actually,” Ruin says slowly,” keep an eye on her.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“She demolished this entire bottle all by herself,” Ruin says, holding up the empty wine bottle.
“What? No way. I only had one glass.” I wave her off, but the second I shift my weight, the room tilts a bit beneath me.
