Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

There is still so much for me to learn, but I have confidence she’s going to give me the best hands-on education anyone could ask for.

Because of this special relationship, she wiggled her way into coming with me today to pick up Nick from the airport. Why she wanted to come is a mystery to me, seeing as she’s a recluse who doesn’t like crowds and most of the time doesn’t like people.

“You know you can wait in the car,” I tell her the third time she complains.

“No,” is her only reply.

“Suit yourself,” I shrug and lean against the information desk, watching the large screens for arriving flights.

The instant Nick’s flight status switches to landed, my body starts to buzz with excited energy. “He’s here!” I reach for her hand, needing the support.

“He’s here,” she repeats, giving me a short squeeze.

Time slows as I scope eagerly for him. The baggage area starts to fill with travelers, but Nick is nowhere. Finally, I spot him leaning casually against the escalator railing, his eyes burning into mine.

My feet take off running toward him. He’s barely off the escalator when I jump into his arms, squealing wildly. His lips are everywhere, kissing my neck, throat, chin, and cheeks until they land on my mouth. I hold on to him for dear life, pouring four weeks of love into the kiss. He returns the same, until there’s a stinging on my back, forcing me to break away.

“You’re acting like a fool! Get down!” Doni continues slapping at me until I dislodge my legs and slide down Nick’s body.

“Sorry,” I half-heartedly apologize, not meaning it.

There’s a collection of sighs around us, and I realize we’ve gained an audience of mostly women.

“Eat your heart out, bitches. He’s mine,” I say quietly, but not quietly enough. Doni’s eyes narrow right as Nick starts to laugh.

“Nick, this is Doni. Doni, this is my Nick.” I introduce them.

Nick steps away and surprises me by embracing her. I try to warn him to stop because I fear for his safety, but the words die in my mouth when she hugs him back with a kiss on the cheek.

“What the hell?” I spout, completely stunned.

“Relax, Sweet Peach, Doni and I are friends,” Nick says coolly.

“But Doni doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t even like people.”

“She likes me.” He pecks her one more time and tugs me back to his side, leading us to the baggage carousel.

“I don’t know what to say or think about this. How are you friends?”

“Grace, for weeks I’ve listened to you babble about this guy. Not to mention he’s been in touch,” she tells me in her deep Greek accent.

“Been in touch?”

“Doni helped me out with our living arrangements.”

“Living arrangements?”

“Did you transform into a parrot? What’s wrong with you?” Doni scowls at me. This is the woman I know, not the one hugging Nick warmly as if they are long lost friends.

“I’m confused. Can someone please explain?”

Nick lifts my chin gently to him. “I emailed Doni and asked her to help me find somewhere to live. She knew someone who was renting.”

“I thought we’d do that together.” I pout.

“Baby, we’ll look at the place tomorrow. If you don’t like it, we’ll start over.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s a one-bedroom shack on a pig farm, I know I’ll love it because we’ll be together.