“It wasn’t what he did,” I tried to explain, “and it’s going to sound really lame.”
“Katy, it’s not going to be lame,” Bond argued. “Jarrod likes you and we think you’d be great for him. We also like you and know he’d treat you like the princess you are. So if we can sort this shit out and get him to fix his fuck up that’s bothering you, then how’s that lame?”
I wasn’t sure what to say, and then it became a case of being physically unable to speak let alone breathe when a voice yelled, “Incoming!” And the full weight of my asshole brother landed on me as he jumped over the back of the couch.
Wiggling around like he was trying to get comfortable, he looked at the three Klines who were staring at him like he was a freak show. “What are we talking about?”
Wheezing, I dug my nails into Major’s shoulder to try to get him to move, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Man, you’re crushing your sister,” one of the Klines snapped, and I saw Bond’s face squeeze between the cushion and Major’s back. “You ok, honey?”
“My sister? Where is she?” Major asked as innocently as he could, considering he was squeezing the life out of me and he knew it. “She needs to get a new couch, this one's all lumpy.”
There was only one thing that would get him moving, and that was a small area of hair that always grew longer than the rest, which was seriously sensitive. We didn’t know why it grew like that or why it made him freak out when it was pulled, but it had been the last resort for the rest of us since we’d made the discovery when we were little. Reaching up, I caught hold and yanked as hard as I could, making sure I did it better than I’d ever done before.
Letting out a shriek, Major jumped off me, but I wasn’t letting that hair go. This was now war.
“Get her off, get her off!”
“Say sorry,” I growled, yanking even harder on it. “And that you’ll only do that to Aura from this second on.”
“I’m sorry and I’ll only do that to Aura,” he whined, still trying to get free. “Holy shit, let go, you Satanic turtle.”
“I hate those things,” Aura screeched from the top of the stairs.
“Shit, wrong sister,” Major muttered, finally getting a grip on the hand I had holding the lock of hair. “Ok, I promise never to do it again, now let go.”
I released the hair and sat back with my arms crossed on my chest, glaring at the big shit brain who was rubbing the area and glaring right back.
“I thought we were bad,” Bond snickered, looking between us.
“You haven’t seen it when Major and Ammon both sit on me at the same time,” I snapped, looking around to make sure the other one wasn’t sneaking up on me, and spying him sitting on the couch beside Canon.
That sobered the Kline men up. “Man, your sister is one of the tiniest things I’ve ever seen,” Reid growled, and I struggled not to take offense at that or roll my eyes. I really wasn’t that little. “And y’all are at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than her.”
“We didn’t want sisters,” Ammon sniffed, looking down at his nails. He was also talking out his ass because he adored the two he’d been given and we knew it. “We wanted a dog.”
Bond’s head snapped around to look at me. “Whatever Jarrod did can’t be anywhere near the level of assholery coming off these two. Now, let us fix it before I make it unfixable when I drown one of them in the bathroom behind me. You’ve got five seconds…”
“Wait, who upset you?” Major asked, looking pissed.
“Five…”
Ignoring my brother and trying to stop Bond counting, I looked at Canon. “Help me.”
“No way, little one. I’m with my brother on this.”
“Four…”
“It really isn’t that bad,” I tried, watching Reid get up from the table and look at Major like he was going to jump on him.
“Three…”
“Why don’t we have a cup of tea or coffee, something nice like that and discuss it like adults?”
“Two…”
Standing up, I threw my hands in the air. “Ok, all right. You say he likes me,” I pointed at Bond, “but I can’t be with someone who brings women home every night and does what he’s doing to them. I mean, it’s not what he’s doing to them that’s the problem – if I’m honest. It’s the fact that I can hear it through my wall, and that just isn’t nice, ya know? And I don’t know if it’s the same woman, a different woman, or hell if he has a whole line of them down the hallway every night that he goes through like one of those restaurants with the sushi on the conveyor belt.”