I groan as I glare at her and hate her a little in this moment. She grins as she wiggles her eyebrows, knowing she’s winning.
“You’re really not the best person in the world to take advice from, considering you’re a Vincent.”
She shrugs.
“I’m married now, so my relationship advice is totally legit,” she deadpans.
We both start laughing after a moment of silence, and I sigh as I push back up to my feet and offer her a hand up.
She takes it, and I of course drop her back to her ass, turning and walking out while she curses my back.
“Hey, does this boat seem slower to you since Benson gave it to me?” she asks as we reach her boat again.
I answer as we get boarded once more in less than a few seconds.
“Not one bit,” I lie, knowing Benson did something to make it slower.
“It says sixty but it feels like it’s going thirty at the most. And I could swear that it used to do ninety, if you had enough weight in here. But it tops out at sixty, which again, feels like thirty.”
“It’s because it’s finally yours,” I lie again, grinning without her seeing it. “Nothing is ever as good as it seems once you finally have it.”
It’s a loaded statement that has her rolling her eyes at me when I look over at her after untying the ropes.
“I can assure you, some things are even better when they’re yours,” she argues.
As she cranks the boat and gasses it, she curses, staring at the topped out speed of sixty, which really is thirty. Crafty husband she has.
“Just not everything is better,” she grumbles, pouting as we coast down the lake.
I wonder which category Liam falls under.
“Give it a few weeks,” she calls out, her voice carrying over the steady roar of the loud motor. “Spend all the time with him you can until you two either fall hard or hate each other. Call it dating boot camp, that way you can’t have this same debate with yourself daily.”
She cuts the wheel, heading into town instead of driving me to Liam’s.
“After a few weeks, you can decide if his crazy matches your crazy,” she says as we dock.
“Okay. Why are we here?”
She holds up her index finger after she finishes tying off. “One, because you need to pack a bag. That shirt is mine, by the way. Don’t forget it.”
“It’s mine,” I dutifully point out. “You borrowed it like a year ago and didn’t return it.”
“After a year, I think that makes it mine. Anyway, you need clothes. And also, you need to see Vick.”
“Why?” I ask her.
She rolls her eyes. “Because you’re going to be in the Dead Chipmunk corner for a few weeks or more, until Liam’s fancy cabin gets built.”
Ah. Gotcha.
Tomahawk problems.
Chapter 19
Wild Ones Tip #109
We’re the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard.
KYLIE
A bag on my back and a lot of worry in my stomach, I walk briskly toward Liam’s cabin. Figures I’d finally commit to jumping in head first on the deep end, only to have my destructive cousins show up and finally try to scare the sexy prick off.
What are they doing here?!
“Good luck,” Lilah calls out, laughing as she drives away and leaves me to deal with this madness on my own.
Walking much faster than normal, I step inside, and see…all my cousins eating steaks with two Vincents and one half-drunk Liam as he sips a beer at his kitchen island.
It’s a massive three-room, open-floor plan, so the dining room is open and visible next to the kitchen, where Liam is hanging by himself, just enough distance from them to prove he needs distance.
That’s not a good sign.
The guys don’t even look up from their food, as Liam pushes off from the island, leaving the beer behind. I hurry to meet him halfway so I can get him alone and away from them. He’s about to let me know how pissed he is, and then my cousins are going to flip out.
He really needs to wait until we’re alone before he bitches at me for—
He lifts me and presses his lips to mine before I can even process what’s going on, and my arms go around his neck as I melt into him.
“Told you she’d be back. You owe me fifty,” Killian drawls.
“You still owe me seventy-five from our last bet,” I hear Jason grumbling.
“And you owed me two hundred from the bet before that,” Killian reminds him dryly.
Since Liam’s tongue starts making me stupid as he presses me back against the wall and continues to kiss me, I can’t understand the rest of the words they’re saying.
It all melts to background noise as I smile against Liam’s lips. This is definitely not the silent treatment or angry outburst I was expecting, since I didn’t even bother to leave a note when I snuck out.