Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

“There’s not a lot to tell. She had a death in the family and left school. During the last two years, she’s lived at home, finished school, helped her brother open an art gallery, and is now living here. Easy story.”

What I think is a good explanation obviously doesn’t quench their curiosity.

“That story fucking sucks. I need details. Did you think I’d accept that?” Bizzy starts to bang pans on my stove.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” all three of them answer in unison.

I think about gl

ossing over the details and instantly decide against it. So I settle next to Mathis on a barstool and start talking. They listen intently as I explain everything that’s happened since last Thursday. When I get to last night, I skim the part about making out with Grace like a teenager on her couch until two a.m. when I forced myself to leave.

Bizzy stares at me in awe when I stop talking. Her eyes are glassy, and I start to get nervous.

“Bizzy, don’t—“

“You really like this girl.”

“Well, yeah.”

“No, I mean you like her, like her.”

“Yes,” I repeat, unsure why she’s harping.

She twists to Shaw. “Can you get us an invite to the opening tomorrow night?”

He pulls out his phone, and I know he’s about to perform his ‘Shaw Magic’.” There’s a two-second chance I can stop this.

“Wait!” I throw my hand up. “Don’t do it.”

“Why?” There’s a trace of hurt in Bizzy’s tone. “Don’t you want us to meet her?”

“Of course, but this is our first official date. I know her, and she’s already on edge. If she knows you’re coming, she’ll be even more anxious. This is a big night for her, and I want it to be perfect.”

“I can understand that, Biz. Maybe another time would be better.” Mathis throws in his support.

“Maybe they’re right, baby. It’s still new, and all of us showing up may be overwhelming,” Shaw agrees.

She chews on her bottom lip and nods, giving in. “Okay, but soon. I can’t wait to meet her.”

I give a little sigh of relief that went so well. Bizzy can be relentless if she wants.

“So it sounds like getting in her space is working out for you.” Mathis punches my shoulder jokingly. “Glad to know we don’t have to appeal a restraining order.”

“Ha ha ha,” I mumble as Bizzy serves our plates.

Once everyone is seated, I think of the perfect way to introduce Grace.

“Hey, Shaw, I need a favor.”

When I explain what I want, Bizzy gives a loud cheer, clapping her hands and dancing in her seat. Mathis chuckles as Shaw assures me it’s no problem.

Now I need to tell Grace… and get her to agree.

The gallery is quiet when I walk in. Grace and Logan are nowhere around. After a few seconds, Logan comes from the back with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, Six.” He greets me with a quick handshake then locks the door behind me. “Perfect timing. I’m pretty sure Grace is about to blow her top.”