Reconcile by Nicole Dykes
I kissed him again.And what’s worse is I don’t regret it. His firm, large body under mine felt so damn good. His mouth is perfect. And the way he kisses . . .
Just the thought of it sends a shiver through my body. Not the best thing to be thinking about at work, but I can’t stop the smile from forming on my mouth.
It quickly disappears when Spencer walks into my office like he owns the place. Which okay, technically he does. But it’s my damn name on the door.
“Spencer.” I sit up a little straighter.
“Piper.” He takes a seat across from me at my desk. “How’s domestic life treating you?”
What the hell is he talking about? My eyebrow arches as I wait for him to elaborate. Of course, he doesn’t so I have to ask, “What do you mean?”
“You. The kid. Sawyer. All in one house. That’s got to be something else.”
I sit there, completely flabbergasted as he looks totally casual in his chair, waiting for my reply. “Kid?”
“Audrey.”
Oh. My. God. “You know about Audrey?”
He shrugs his broad shoulders as if I’m being totally ridiculous. “Of course, I do.”
“You never said anything.”
“Why would I?”
The smug ass.I really despise him, and he knows it. “Why wouldn’t you? If you knew your brother had a child, why wouldn’t you say something? Why wouldn’t you tell him?”
He stands, fastening the button on his suit jacket, looking like I’m boring him. “Please, Piper.”
“Why are you asking about it now if you don’t care?”
“I still don’t care, but it’s a little more interesting now that you two are playing house. You really think Sawyer is father material?”
My hands clench in my lap. “You have no idea what your brother is like as a father. He’s actually incredible.”
“So incredible that you didn’t even bother telling him about her?”
“He knows now.”
An evil smirk forms on his lips, and I wonder if he even has a soul. “He’s a good actor, Piper. Always has been. Fits the role he feels he needs to until he gets complacent.”
I swallow hard, the fear swirling around inside of me. Hating that he was able to tap into my biggest fear. “He’s not acting with her.”
“Bullshit. But you go ahead and enjoy this time. Don’t you dare fall apart here when it all blows up at home though.”
I stand up, my hands firmly on my desk. “Why do you hate him so damn much?”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t dismiss me. He moves closer, placing his own palms flat on my desk as he shoots fire from his eyes. “Why do you hate him?”
I start to argue that I don’t hate him. Not anymore. And I can’t even pretend like I do, but there’s something in the way he says the word you. The way his eyes are imploring me to understand something deeper, and it hits me hard.
“Paisley.”
He stands up straight but doesn’t argue.
“You and my sister?”
He makes a disgusted sound. “No. Of course not. I didn’t want my brother’s sloppy seconds.”
“But you wanted her.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
My stomach twists in knots, thinking about Sawyer and her, naked that night in that bed. “How did you find out about them?” He was out of town by then.
“He sent me a picture.”
I gape at him, forcing myself to stand upright. “What?”
“Seems Sawyer got his revenge.” He straightens his tie. “Like I said, when it all blows up, do not let me down here. I won’t hesitate to fire you.”
He exits, and I plop down in my office chair, stunned stupid.
Not only did Sawyer fuck my sister, but he did it to hurt his brother. Not caring that it would gut me in the process.
Once again, I’m a complete fool.
