“Sorry, he stopped by unexpectedly to bring me a present and—”
Alex quirks an eyebrow at the word present, but we’re interrupted by Z returning to the room.
***
Brother or not, hearing this dude hassling Lilly for being with me, makes me want to beat the shit out of him. I get it, I do. If I had a sister and found some shady dude like me in her house, I’d probably react the same way.
But she’s thirty-something years old, if she wants to have a fuck buddy over, that’s her business and I don’t appreciate her brother trying to make her feel bad about it. Then Lilly sticks up for me. Holy shit. I can’t even say what I’m feeling hearing those fuckin’ words comin’ outta her mouth.
He’s a nice guy. I like him—
If only she knew how not a nice guy I really am.
Now I’m hard as a rock, and probably shouldn’t go back out there until I calm down.
When I finally make it back into the living room, I plan to head straight for the front door. “Hey, Lilly, I’m gonna—”
The way she glances at me with wide eyes, I already now whatever she’s about to ask me, I’m going to say yes to. “Stay. Have some cinnamon buns and coffee before you go?”
My eyes skip to her brother, but he’s got his back to me, busy arranging something on a plate. Probably shoving rat poison in my cinnamon bun.
“Sure, if I’m not interrupt—”
A big fuckin’ smile lights up her face and I’m so done for. “You’re not.” She turns and bumps her brother out of the way and grabs the plate of pastries.
Setting them down on the table, she gestures for me to take a seat. It’s awkward, but I snag a chair and plop myself into it, while she runs back to the kitchen. Her brother sits across from me and meets my stare head on. Brave fucker. Maybe I should ask him to prospect for us.
Inside, I’m laughing at the thought, but it must show on my face.
“Something amuse you?” Alex asks.
“Yeah, I was thinking you got big balls, throwing that attitude at a thug like me.”
He doesn’t react. Or at least he doesn’t react the way I expect him to. He laughs. “I could say the same thing, you know.”
“Can you guys do your whole pissing match thing some other time?” Lilly asks very sweetly as she sets out three coffee mugs and one of those insulated coffee pots on the table.
Alex pats her hand and thanks her for the coffee. At least the dude is polite to his sister.
Lilly takes her place at the head of the table and shines a beautiful smile at both of us before slipping, warm, sticky rolls on each of our plates.
“Merry Christmas, guys.”
Anyone who knows me, knows that planning ahead of time is not a skill in my arsenal.
I’m also a master at procrastinating.
While most authors are penning their holiday stories in the middle of July, I’m pretending winter doesn’t exist.
Once the snow started to fly this year, these three stories came to me. I thought about them, then set the idea aside, because I didn’t have the time. You see, I’m supposed to be finishing Book #3.
But once I mentioned the idea, people said “Yes! Do it!” and like magic, Three Kings, One Night was born.
Not quite. I labored over these three little stories, because while I have a general idea what will happen in future books, I didn’t want to give anything important away. I also didn’t want to write myself into a corner.
And I should be finishing Book #3!
But Murphy, Wrath, and Z would not be denied.
I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into the Lost Kings MC world.
Thank you for reading!