Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
His arms stay wrapped around me as I’m pressed against him. I stare up into his dark gaze and my eyes flick to his mouth. His bottom lip is still busted from when he and his brother got in a fist fight. I’m just glad they hugged it out not long after. This family fights hard but loves harder. I don't understand the chip on Xander’s shoulder and why he has so much anger. From the moment my feet touched down on the island he was pissed. Maybe I remind him of someone he used to date? Gross.
“Are you on steroids?” I ask, wanting my mind as far away from him and other women as possible.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“The anger.” I poke his giant chest. “The muscle mass.” He steps back as if my finger actually assaulted him. “You know what that does to the body?” Against my better judgment I glance at his crotch. He turns before I can get a good look and I wonder if he’s hard. “Are you turned on?” Oh my God, why do these things keep popping out of my mouth? “It’s completely normal. If you’re a heterosexual man and the way you carried a woman over your shoulder, and well—”
“Just stop.”
“I’m a doctor. These—”
“Doc. Sit. Down.” He cuts me off again. This time I manage to actually shut my mouth as I take a seat at one of the bar stools.
“Wait.”
“Oh God. She can’t help herself,” I hear him mumble. He’s still got his back to me, but I can see he’s running a hand down his face.
“I was just going to ask who’s going to cook if Vaughn isn't here?” He’s the master chef and I can’t cook for shit. “If Berkley wasn't so sweet I’d be mad at her for stealing him away. I guess she didn’t steal him since he’s stalking after her. I’m really going to miss him.” My stomach growls in agreement.
Xander turns around to look at me. I think he’s given me a hard look before, but this one is killer.
“What did I do now?” I roll my eyes because I can’t win for losing with him.
“Do you have a thing for my brother?” His eyebrows pull together as he glares at me.
“Which one?” He’s got two, and though I’m not into either of them, I like being precise.
“Which one?” he repeats.
“Of course I don’t have a thing for Kade. Besides, he’s married,” I remind him. I reach for a grape from the bowl on the counter. I’m guessing Xander can’t cook and he probably just drinks protein powder or eats dry chicken.
“Vaughn?”
“Yes, I have a thing for Vaughn.” I nod. I reach for another grape but the bowl is swept off the counter and crashes to the floor. It bounces and I’m shocked it doesn't shatter. “I was eating those.” He stares at me as if I’m the one who’s lost their mind. “Roid rage?” I try and glare back at him but he’s fuming.
“Vaughn is halfway in love with Berkley.”
“Nah, he’s full-on in love,” I correct. Vaughn was a goner the second he saw Berkley. He followed her for days like a love-sick puppy.
“And you have a thing for him?”
“Just his cooking.” I sigh dramatically. “I’m going to starve to death.”
Xander drops his fist down onto the counter. “Yeah, well, you’re going to be the death of me.”
CHAPTER THREE
XANDER
“I need to learn how to cook,” I spit out as I fall back on the couch in Kade’s living room.
“You also need to learn how to knock. I’m married, remember?” He rolls his eyes as he walks in the room and flops down beside me.
“I saw her leave.” I grab the remote and flip through channels without really looking at the television. “I’m surprised you weren’t hot on her tail.”
“She’s going to the main house to get a pedicure with the doctor. I’m planning on giving her seven whole minutes of uninterrupted girl talk.” To make his point he looks at his watch and hits a button as if starting a timer.”
“She’s really got you by the balls,” I huff and shake my head as I stop on a cooking channel and lean in closer. It can’t be that hard if Vaughn can do it.
“And I’ll gladly place them in her hands. Now do you want to tell me why the fuck you’re watching someone make baked Alaska while you insult my marriage, or do you want me to just kick your ass again to get it out of you?” I glance over at him and he’s smiling as his eyes narrow. “You know how much I enjoyed it last time.”
“Fuck off.” I toss the remote down thinking I can just watch YouTube videos to find out how to cook.
“Don’t come in here like a sour asshole and expect me to keep the kid gloves on.” He sighs as he throws a pillow at me. “Has the doctor got you all worked up?”