Page 66 of Reaper's Claim

“What, you live here?” She eyed the plain room with disgust. “Gee Abby, talk about keeping it to a minimum.”

“It’s my room.” So what if I didn’t feel a need to fill it with junk?

I watched as Kim’s eyes widened. “So Drake and Reaper live here too, yeah?”

Why did I suddenly get a bad feeling? “Yes.”

Her lips twitched with mischief. “I have an idea.”

“An idea I’m sure I am not going to like.” I didn’t even need to hear it before determining that. By the glint in her eyes, I knew I wasn’t going to get out of it.

Kim

I heard them in the kitchen. Glancing up at Abby, I gave her a thumb’s up. Her doubtful eyes looked back down at me. She didn’t think this was going to work. She really could be negative.

Pulling back my shoulders, I strode into the kitchen with attitude and if there was one thing my twin sister had, a lot of it was the attitude. Reaper leaned against the fridge, beer in hand already. Did it even occur to him to hold out until midday? Drake sat at the table eating breakfast.

“Can you move?” I looked up at Reaper with a challenging look on my face.

He swallowed. “Your hair is different.”

“So?”

“So why?” Drake’s eyes flashed with interest.

“Blondes have more fun. Don’t really see the big deal,” I snapped at both of them. “Now move, would you?”

God, they are like Abby’s guard dogs. How did she put up with the two of them snapping at her heels all the time?

Reaper sidestepped out of the way, giving me access to the fridge. He was still as ignorant as I remembered. God, Abby and I knew how to pick them.

I popped the lid off the fresh bottle of orange juice. It was time to have some fun. I just needed one of them to bite again. Running my hand through my hair, I flicked it to the side.

“Blonde again? Thought you were trying to harden your image.” Reaper picked up the bait, and the emotions flashing across his eyes told me that the blonde hair was really bugging him.

“Can you keep a secret, Viking?”

“That’s a new one,” Drake muttered.

Reaper and I both ignored him.

“You know I can, otherwise we would both have died young,” Reaper hit back.

I took a step closer to him, meeting his harsh eyes. “I have this, um friend, and he, well, he has a thing for blondes.”

He swallowed sharply. “Who might that be?”

“Oh fuck me, you two are flirting again,” Drake groaned from the table.

Time to kick in the acting skills. I flashed a confused look and turned to look at Drake. “Us flirting? Are you joking? I’m simply telling the Viking that I’m heading home this weekend and meeting up with an old friend.”

“You’re going home!” Drake rose instantly, outraged. “What the fuck for?”

“Trigger is back.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Reaper crumple the can in his hand. “That scumbag is back?”

I nodded my head, turning back to look at him. “Yep. He’s Dad’s new VP.”