Page 164 of Sinful Like Us

Xander sighs. “How long are you and Thatcher going to give me shit for that?”

“Until we forget it happened.”

Xander mumbles something about that beingnever.

Static from SFE comms is in my ear, and I pick up a couple bodyguards discussing New Year’s Eve plans. My muscles tense, just thinking about my brother stuck in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere Scotland past January 1st.

With the weather reports I keep checking, I doubt he’ll be back before then. And the longer we keep up this charade, the more I have tolieto people like Easton.But I convinced Thatcher to swap places, and I’m chugging my share of salt.

“Moffy and Farrow will get everyone home. Thatcher will too,” Xander tells me, like I need the confidence boost. Seeing this kid dish out encouragements almost makes me smile.

“Amen.” I bounce my head. “Your big brother can do anything.” I stoke that belief that’ll keep him afloat, especially when Thatcher and I leave.

Xander begins to smile. “Yeah, he can.”

“So can you,” I add.

He lets out a short laugh into a sip of Sprite. “Sure.” He believes this more when Maximoff tells him, and I don’t blame him. I’d believe the ground wasgoldif my big brother said so.

Agitation festers at the thought of Skylar.

Hate-plus-love is a cruel asshole.

I stare straight and suddenly spot a limo in the distance. It’s headed this way.

“Mother of Christ,” I say under my breath, and I push my aviators up the bridge of my nose.I’m not fucked yet.

Xander must’ve heard me. “Maybe that’s not my uncle’s limo.”

“There’s only one other house in this neighborhood that has a limo, and it’s on a different street.”Ready or not, Connor Cobalt, here I am.

Because what I know: Connor won’t ignore his sixteen-year-old nephew and drive right on by. And sure enough, the limo slows.

Forcing us to stop.

Don’t talk to me, Connor.I stronghold and rattle the hope and dream like it’ll fall out of a piggybank and into my possession. Talking to Jane’s dad is a worst-case scenario and I wouldn’t be here if Thatcher and Jane hadn’t been snowed-in.

But I’d do just about anything for those two.

There’s never been a woman so good for my brother, and I’d like to think he’s good for her too. Thatcher and I—we don’t need much in life and we haven’t had much until security work. To know that the Morettis could somehow be linked to the Cobalts (the bougiest family of all three) is fucking weird and unreal.

And now that quirky, cat-obsessed Jane is my twin brother’s girlfriend—I instinctively will always look out for her like she’s my flesh and blood.

“Maybe we can run?” Xander whispers.

“No, I’m gonna handle this.” I’m not digging Xander’s grave beside me and my brother.

He nods a few times.

The window rolls completely down. “Do you want a ride?” Connor asks Xander, snow flurries beginning to sweep the brittle air.

“No, I need the exercise.” He scratches his cheek. “But thanks.”

Connor nods, then zeroes in on me. My arms are crossed, shoulders squared and features stoic.I’m Thatcher Moretti, bitch.

I’m a fucking dumbass—because I almost,almostcrack a smile at my idiotic thought.

His forehead twitches slightly before his expression flat-lines. Unreadable. “You do know how a phone works?”