Page 7 of Sin for You

When she finally got over her chuckles, she said, “I mean, you’re kind of a pig, but I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

Dane grinned. “You are correct, I am, and please do. That was how it was intended.” Dane motioned to me. “Bull warned me away. No touchy his best friend’s little sister.”

Quinn turned to me and she was frowning. “Really, Bull? Don’t you think who touches me is my decision?”

“You saying you’re interested?” Dane cut in, looking far too fucking happy.

Quinn glanced at him. “God, no.”

Cal burst out laughing, and Cassy slapped his arm but was biting back her own smile. And yeah, I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face either.

Quinn looked back at me. “But my lack of interest in Dane is not the point.”

“My feelings are getting hurt over here,” Dane said.

“I’m totally not into younger guys,” Quinn said, barely sparing him a glance.

“The story of my life,” Dane said, turning his puppy-dog eyes to Cassy.

She chuckled, and Cal shoved him.

Quinn’s eyes narrowed on me. “Oh my God! I knew it. You totally lied about Nancy being sick, didn’t you? Just so I couldn’t have a drink with Ezra.”

“Who’s Ezra?” Dane asked.

Quinn aimed her thumb over her shoulder at the band. “Drummer.”

“Fucking musicians,” Dane muttered. “What’s the appeal? I don’t get it,” he said to Cassy.

She giggled, and Cal shot her a disgruntled look. “No idea. I mean, all the tattoos and talent and passion…ew, right?” she said.

“Bull?” Quinn said between clenched teeth, forcing me to look at her again. “Did you lie about Nancy?”

“The guy’s a fucking player,” I said.

“That’s your defense? You can’t do that,” she said, eyes going all wide and fiery. “Are you even listening to me?”

I grunted and loaded her tray.

“I’ll take that as a Yes, I’m listening to you, Quinn. And no, I won’t pull shit like that again or warn off guys on your behalf anymore.” She gave me a tight smile. “Glad we could have this talk.”

She could take it any way she liked. It wasn’t going to change one damn thing. After the way the last asshole fucked her over, I wasn’t letting any of these motherfuckers near her. I mean, I loved Dane, would do anything for him. He and Cal were like my brothers—hell, our bond was tighter than most siblings’ after being raised by our grandmother together, after going through some seriously hard shit together—but the kid was a player as well.

He also had a lot of shit to work through after what happened to him, being torn from us when he was twelve and put in the system, and Quinn didn’t need that. She had her own stuff to deal with.

Good thing she wasn’t interested. Made my job a whole hell of a lot easier.

I watched as she weaved her way through the bar to deliver her drinks, and scowled as the drummer douchebag in question rushed to her to get his drink. The fucker put his hand on her hip, and Quinn let him. A growl ripped from me before I could stop it. I didn’t like that, seeing his hand on her, not one bit. He was exactly the kind of guy she needed to stay away from.

Thankfully, the band needed to start their next set, so the dickwad had to let her go. My fist clenched at my side. Good thing, too.

“So, Bull,” Dane said. “You do realize you just made a sound like a demented grizzly, right?”

Awesome. I’d forgotten I still had an audience. “Shut it.”

“Lifted the hair on the back of my neck,” he went on. “You need to see a doctor about that shit. That’s just not normal.” Then he just looked at me in that fucking odd way of his, that twisted little twinkle in his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I said to him, because sometimes I truly wondered.