Page 24 of Moto
“I guess I can rework my schedule temporarily,” I inform them tentatively, before even considering the consequences.
There goes my runaway mouth again. Fuck.
Reese beams. “It’s settled then.”
Dev protests. “Kayla, are you sure about this?”
“I . . .” My eyes continue to dart between them, but I can’t say no. “I’m sure.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Dev crosses his arms, and I find him hard to read. He’s silent for a few beats before he nods in agreement. When he looks at me, the heat that was so unbearably apparent in the hallway has returned full force.
Oh shit. Holy shit. What did I just agree to?
Two Dane men under one roof and my wavering self-control. That’s nothing but a recipe for disaster.
Once some of the logistics are sorted out, I hurry out of the room with Dev hot on my heels.
“Kayla.” He tugs on my arm. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“He’s paying me triple what I make. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Because Reese can be a handful.”
I almost keel over. What a choice of words. “Dev, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I can take care of Reese, too.” I think. I hope.
“What about me?” he asks forcefully, as if he knows whatever was decided in Reese’s hospital room directly affects whatever we agreed to earlier. I sigh deeply.
“I think we need to cool down with the handling now that I’m working directly for your brother.”
“Kayla.” Dev doesn’t like that response one bit.
“Dev.” I put my hands on his toned chest. Jesus. It feels like I’m touching a rock under his scrubs. “Let’s just give it a little time.” I hate to say it as much as he hates to hear it, but now that I’m thinking clearly and not clouded by the pheromones both brothers emit, I know this is the right decision.
Dev works his jaw, clearly perturbed. “Mother. Fucking. Reese.”
With that, he turns and walks away, not giving me another glance.
I exhale a breath and bang my head against the wall.
Motherfucking Reese is right.
* * *
After I had runmyself into oblivion, I put on my big girl panties and headed to Dev’s, praying they stay put. They seem to have a mind of their own whenever I’m around either brother.
Dev and I worked out a schedule so one of us would be in the house with Reese at all times. For the next few weeks, he’s going to be pretty helpless and will need a lot of assistance. I’ll basically be his bitch. Can’t wait for that. The twisted motherfucker will probably get his jollies off on bossing me around.
Dev’s home surprises me. It’s a well-kept colonial set back in the woods behind a new housing development. The road leading up to it is almost fairy tale like. The sun’s glow illuminating the vibrant, -green-leaved trees bowing over the curvy dirt path.
I walk up onto the porch and knock on the door.
“Come in!” someone shouts, so I take a deep breath and walk right over the threshold. As I enter the foyer, Dev comes hurrying down the stairs in his blue scrubs and socks.
“The door’s never locked, Kayla. You don’t have to knock.” He smiles as he makes his way past me. “Follow me. I’ll give you the two cent tour, then I have to jet.”
He picked up a shift at the hospital today, so I understand his hurry.
