He chuckled. “I can assure you, Camden isn’t into chicks’ clothes.”
“Ha, ha smart aleck. I’m referring to the Amazon women he brings home every night. I don’t trust them to not come in and think it’s a free-for-all in my room and take my things,” I grumbled.
Dodger touched my shoulder. “Wait, he’s been bringing home women?”
My eyebrows drew together. “Yeah, he’s brought at least three here since I’ve moved in. Why?”
His face looked confused. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He stood behind me, completely quiet as I worked. When I stood up, I opened the door so I could test the lock. I heard Dodger groan.
“What the fuck, Keeg.” He pushed me aside and hit the light switch on the wall.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I tried to maneuver in front of him and shove him back out. He wouldn’t budge. His eyes took in every bare inch of the room. By the time they met mine, he looked confused and mad. “Where’s all your furniture? I thought you said you were all moved in.”
My shoulders drooped, and my voice got quiet. “I am. This is all I have.”
His head was shaking back and forth. “This isn’t cool Keegan. You don’t even have a goddamn bed!”
“Why are you shouting at me? It’s not like I don’t plan on getting more furniture, I just can’t afford it right now. And my mom wouldn’t let me take the stuff from my room.” I kept my eyes down, and I couldn’t look at him. Why did I feel so ashamed?
He tipped my chin up so I was looking at him. “I can buy you a bed, Keegan. It’s not a problem.”
I jerked my head away. “No! I’m not a freaking charity case, and I’m working for what I have. I’ll be able to get everything I need in a few short months, so stop worrying about me, and wipe that look off your face.”
His mouth thinned in a frustrated line. “You know I’m going to tell him.”
“Tell who?”
“Camden.”
My stomach dropped, and I immediately became defensive. “You tell that bastard anything, I’m gone. I’m not dealing with your pity, and that asshole’s judgment being thrown in my face. I may not have a set of parents who give me whatever I need, but I’m capable of taking care of myself. Camden doesn’t need to know anything about me. He passed judgment on me the moment he set eyes on me. So please, keep this to yourself, okay?”
He watched me for a few short seconds before he scrubbed his hand down his face. “Fine, but you know he’s going to notice this at some point.”
“No he won’t. And even if he did, he wouldn’t care.” I knew he wouldn’t.
He shrugged. “If you think so. But I have a feeling it would bother him more than you think.”
“Whatever. Let’s go back downstairs so I can finish this movie with Sarah and get her back home.”
As I shut the door and used my new lock, I heard the front door open and close.
“Who the hell are you?” Camden’s deep voice boomed through the open space.
“I’m Sarah, who the hell are you?”
Dodger was already at the bottom of the steps chuckling at my sister’s response, and I was trying to shove the key in my pocket and race down the steps without falling.
“Sarah!” I scolded. “Watch your mouth.”
She shrugged indifferently. “What? He started it.”
I seriously hoped my mother wasn’t letting her talk like that while I wasn’t around. Camden looked over at me as my feet hit the last step and started to glance back at Sarah but did a double take at Dodger and me standing together. I gulped. I had an idea of what it looked like since we’d both come from upstairs.
His jaw worked back and forth. “She belong to you?”
My mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. I wasn’t sure how to respond to his sudden anger. His tone was clipped and the way he referred to my sister was as if she were an inanimate object. “If by belonging to me you mean, is this my sister, then yes, she belongs to me.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
I took a defensive stance, crossing my arms over my chest. “You might if you were around more. This is the third time she’s been here.”
His eyes flared. When it came to Sarah, I never held back. I’d played mama bear to her on more than one occasion. This was no exception.
“Yeah well, I work. You know, going out and earning a paycheck.” His sentence was dripping with sarcasm, and it ruffled my feathers.
“Excuse me? I work. How do you think I pay for this place?”
“Doesn’t matter how you earn it. As long as you’re paying, I don’t care.”
“Oh well that’s a real fantastic attitude to have about someone living in your house.”
“It is what it is, Blue.” He shrugged, and it made my blood go from a slow simmer to a boil.
“Seriously, what’s with the nickname?” I nearly shouted.
“Hey,” Sarah piped up over the top of the couch. “Trying to watch a movie here.”
“Yeah, she’s trying to watch a movie, keep it down,” Dodger cut in. I’d totally forgot he was still standing there, and he was looking highly amused by the heated argument Camden and I were having.
“Shut up Dodge,” Camden clipped.
His younger brother just chuckled. “No way man. I agree, the kid is watching a movie, and you two are making it difficult to hear.” He looked between us. “Shew! There’s some serious sexual tension in this room.”
Camden growled and ran his hands through his sweaty dark hair. “Christ, you don’t know when to fucking quit.”
“What’s sexual tension?” Sarah’s curious eyes peered at me.
I turned to glare at Dodger and Camden. Flinging my hands up in the air and slapping them back down on my legs. “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, grinding my teeth together. Whispering really low, I pointed to both of them. “Thanks a lot. And watch your mouth. She’s only eight.” I moved toward the couch and said, “Sexual tension is just when everyone is really happy and having a good time.”
I heard someone snort behind me. That was it, Sarah wasn’t coming back here until I gave both of them a talk about how to behave in front of my little sister. I could picture it now. Sarah was at school, and my mom gets a call because my little sister was loving the sexual tension on the playground. I sighed.
“Wellllll…this has been fun, but I have places to go, chicks to meet,” Dodger said before Sarah could ask anything else.
He put his hand on my shoulder as he walked past me. He bent down and kissed me on the top of my head. I don’t know why it didn’t seem odd, considering he hadn’t known me that long, but Dodger made me feel comfortable, and I knew it was just a friendly gesture. “Be good,” he whispered in my ear. I nodded slightly and watched him walk out the front door.
I risked a glance over my shoulder at Camden. His eyes were fixed on me. Why was he looking at me like that? He closed his almost russet eyes and breathed in through his nose. When he opened them again, he focused on my sister. “Hey kid,” he tilted his head toward the TV, “what’re you watchin’?”
Sarah eyed him skeptically. “Beverly Hills Chihuahua, wanna watch it with me?” Clearly his demeanor didn’t intimidate her.
“Depends, is it any good?” He started moving toward her, passing me on the other side of the couch.
“Duh, it’s about dogs. Anything with dogs is good.”
His body nearly brushed mine as he walked by. I involuntarily breathed in, and his scent crashed into me like a ton of bricks. It was so clean, and yet he was still sweaty. I gripped the back of the couch.
He sat down on the opposite side from her and continued to talk. “Do you have a dog?”
She shook her head. “No, Mom won’t let me have one. She says they’re too much work.”
He nodded. “I grew up with dogs, and they are a ton of work. But maybe someday you will get one.”