“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you want me to say it?”
Kit’s nostrils flared.
“Fine,” Kemper said, thinking it was about time he told Kit how his actions often caused a whirlwind of events. “You and your unreasonable expectations pushed one woman out of this house once. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”
“I never shoved Morgan away. She chose to leave here. Besides, this is different. We’re talking about Holly. She’s in our bed. Morgan was the kid sister we tried to protect from everyone else.”
“Yeah and look how well that worked out,” Kemper told him, rolling his eyes. “She ended up in bed with our two best friends.”
“With pals like Blake and Grant, we sure don’t need enemies,” Kit said, his nose twitching as he resisted a smile.
“Look on the bright side,” Morgan said, returning to the patio without a moment to spare. “If you had a team of best friends, they’d all be invited to the party.”
“Party, hell,” Kit grumbled. “A trio isn’t exactly a big shindig in my book.” He winked at Morgan. “When are you gonna move in with Grant and Blake anyway?”
“As soon as they ask me, but don’t tell them I said that. I want the idea to be their own.”
Kemper snickered. He’d love to tell his kid sister that her fellows were already working on a plan to sweep her off her feet once and for all. Instead of blowing the whistle and ruining their surprise, he asked, “What do you think about Holly anyway?”
“Holly?”
“Yeah. You know the one. She stands about an inch or so shorter than you, has big boobs, long auburn hair, big boobs, high cheekbones, and did I mention the boobs?”
“Yes, Kemper, I caught the part about Holly’s large chest.” She tilted her chin toward Kit. “So he’s pissed at her I take it?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Kemper informed her.
“What’d she do this time? I mean outside of spending the money she thinks you’ve already earned.” She fluttered her eyelashes. Apparently she hadn’t missed a beat. Without a doubt, she knew exactly what tied Kit’s briefs up in knots.
“About that,” Kit said, focusing on the source behind Holly’s unlimited spending and enormous bankroll. “Since when do we put our women on a ten-thousand-dollar monthly allowance?”
“We always gave Morgan about that much.”
Morgan arched a brow. “Uh, I think not. My check was missing a zero, maybe two.”
Kemper grinned. “What can I say? I’m pussy whipped.”
“Anything but that,” Morgan grumbled, waving her hand as she started toward the stables. “I’m gonna feed the horses and then head out.”
“Where are you off to?” Kemper asked, forever worried one slip could set Morgan way back. She’d come a long way in beating her meth addiction, but part of the reason she’d overcome her dependency was because Grant and Blake forced her accountability.
“Don’t worry,” she replied. “Grant is waiting down by the barn. We have a lunch date.”
“Where?” Kemper asked.
“I’ll never tell,” she replied, giggling.
After she departed, Kit said, “That means they’re doing the nasty in a public place.”
“I figured as much,” Kemper remarked. “One of these days, the locals will kick this family out of Blountville.”
“I don’t worry about that,” Kit said. “With all the drug use in the area these days, the cops have more to do than worry about who enjoys a blow job in a community parking space.”
Kemper shook his head. “Believe me, when I take Holly out to show off in public, I’m gonna want a little more than my cock down her throat.”
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