Travis checked the photo Quinn messaged through to his phone so we’d recognise who we were collecting. “I think so.”
She appeared oblivious to the people craning their necks to get a second glimpse of her, absorbed in her phone as her finger scrolled down its screen. For a second she glanced up and it was like getting punched in the gut. The girl wasn’t just beautiful—she was shock and awe. Her eyes locked on mine for a split second. They were a wild, stormy blue, and immediately I imagined her on her knees, those wide eyes staring up at me as I fucked her mouth.
Who was I kidding? I’d have had her any which way. All I needed was a plan on how to go about it.
I glanced at Travis. “Who is she?”
“Henry’s sister apparently.”
Henry wasn’t just lead guitarist for Jamieson, he was a friend. That instantly turned her from a quick fuck into a complication. Hell hath no fury like a brother protecting the virtue of his little sister. He would hack off my balls with a rusty spoon.
Morgan, Morgan, Morgan, I silently chanted, reminding myself that I had no business building a harem, but my eyes were locked on her and wouldn’t budge. “What did Quinn say her name was?”
Travis checked his phone again. “Grace.”
Grace was … suddenly shouting into her phone. Her bag dropped at her feet as hurt and anger collided violently in her eyes. The abrupt disturbance began attracting attention. The general public began giving her a wide berth as they moved past. I heard her shriek “two weeks” into the phone, or it could’ve been “blue cheeks” for all I knew—we weren’t standing that close. She took in the airport at a glance and in an unpredictable turn of events, she seized her bag and made a rapid exit. Airport security moved in quickly, following her fleeing form.
My mouth fell open as the scene unfolded before us. “What the fuck was that?”
Travis shot me a look of wide-eyed disbelief. “I have no idea.”
Grace disappeared inside the female restroom, the door banging shut in her wake. I was pretty sure I recognised the female security guard who was speaking on her radio nearby. After a minute, she followed Grace inside.
“One day. Just one fucking day without a drama. Is it too much to ask?” I heard Travis mumble.
I folded my arms. “You better go after her.”
He raised his brows and mirrored my actions, creating a standoff. “No way. You go.”
“Rock, paper, scissors?”
Travis scowled. “Hell no. You cheat.”
“Cheat?” My voice pitched a little high and I cleared my throat. “How the fuck can I cheat? It’s not like I can read your mind, Travis. Stop being a little bitch and go get her.”
“A little bitch? You’re kidding, right? I married Quinn, for fuck’s sake. Mac is my baby sister. Evie is my sister-in-law. I live this drama every damn day. If you were any kind of friend—”
I held up a hand. “Fine. Just … fine.”
Leaving Travis behind, I headed for the restroom. Reaching the door, I caught the mention of drugs and anger slammed into me. Drugs? Are you kidding me? That was bad enough, but bringing it into the Valentine and Jamieson family? That put her a little lower than the crust of the earth in my estimation. I pushed open the door with a resounding bang. I didn’t care if she was Henry’s sister or the goddamn Queen. I wanted to shove her on the next plane back to Melbourne.
Schooling my white hot anger into a flirty grin, I dealt promptly with the situation, but after the security guard left, the fury bubbled over until I found myself pinning Grace against the wall. Her stormy eyes were furious as she swore at me.
“What the hell’s going on?” Travis questioned after she just finished giving her Batman spiel.
Letting go, I stepped away from Grace. She adjusted her clothes with short, sharp movements before stooping to collect her bag and guitar. “You tell me. I’m here because my brother needs me, but I wasn’t aware the Dynamic Duo was going to lay out the welcome mat in such a violent and dazzling display. If you’ll both excuse me …”
She brushed past the both of us before pausing. Turning slightly, she added, “I think it might be safer if I just get a cab to Henry’s place,” before spinning on her heel and walking away.
“What the hell did you do?”
I dragged my eyes from Grace’s retreating form and met the accusatory glare of Travis. “Airport security said she was carrying drugs, Trav. Am I supposed to just let that slide?”
“Was she?”
“Was she what?”
Travis shook his head. “Carrying drugs, dammit.”
I paused. Taking a deep breath, I let the burn of anger cool off. With it came the image of righteous indignation on Grace’s face, and the feel of her smooth, warm skin beneath my palms. Maybe I acted rashly, but the way my body responded so quickly just by looking at her pissed me off. The last thing I needed right now was a hard-on for Grace when I needed to stay focused on Morgan. “She was about to get taken away and searched before I intercepted, so I uh, don’t know.”