Page 99 of Hard to Hold
“That’s what I thought.”
I wasn’t sure if I should defend myself or Rhys or even Wolfe. And if I needed to, I didn’t have the first clue what I would say.
Reagan laughed again. “Don’t worry, girl. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“What? No. It’s…” I sighed.
“He’s my brother, remember? I know all about what he’s into. And hey, it’s none of my business. Are you happy?”
“Yes,” I blurted, not even having to think about it.
“Then that’s all that matters. As long as everyone’s on the same page, you’re not hurtin’ nobody.”
I had no idea if I was supposed to reply to that, so I didn’t. “Since I won’t be home, you’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed if you want. You know, if the futon’s not comfortable.”
“The futon’s great, but thanks for the offer.”
“Sure. And I’ll … uh … see you tomorrow night.”
“Yep. See you then. Be safe. And Amy?”
“Hmm?”
“If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”
Reagan probably didn’t realize just how much that meant to me. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
The phone disconnected and I stared at it for a minute, wondering what I'd done. Rhys had mentioned that he was bisexual but that he didn’t broadcast it. Then there was the tension between their families. What if Reagan said something? What if word got out?
I fell back on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“Everything cool in here?”
I opened one eye and peeked over at the door. Rhys was leaning against it, his eyes on me.
“Yes.” I sighed again. “No. I don’t know.”
“What’s up?”
Turning my head, I looked at him. “I talked to Reagan. I told her I wouldn’t be home, that I was staying with a friend. She guessed about Wolfe and I didn’t deny it. Then she asked if you were here and…” I covered my face with my hand. “What have I done?”
Rhys joined me on the bed, sitting down with his knee bent, foot tucked beneath his opposite thigh. “It’s fine. My sister doesn’t share my personal business.”
I uncovered my face. “What about the Caines and the Trevinos? If they’re rivals, how is this”—I waved toward the other room where Wolfe was—“supposed to work?”
“Well, it’s not like it’s the Wild West. There won’t be a shootout at high noon.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the mental image that drew.
“And besides, if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. That’s the way the world works.”
“Are you the philosophical kind?” I asked, trying to put some accusation in my tone.
“Not on your life, but that’s one thing I know for certain.” He tapped my nose. “Now, for the reason I came in here.”
“You didn’t come to sneak a peek under my shirt, did you?” I laughed when he tickled my thigh.
