Carter (The Harlow Brothers Book 1) by Brie Paisley Page B

hear a loud crash. It’s loud enough that Caden and Cason stop their bitching, and we turn towards the sound. I watch as an average size woman wearing the Waffle House uniform bends down, and from what I can guess, she dropped something. Her back is to me, but something is telling me to watch her. It’s like that time months ago when I saw the slender woman walking down Main Street. There’s just no way I could forget feeling that way. I won’t lie, it’s freaking me out a bit because there’s no reason for me to be feeling this. But I can’t deny something deep down is telling me I need to pay attention. The woman seems to be cleaning in a hurry, and I’m sure she’s embarrassed more than anything. I suddenly want to see her face as she stands, and that’s when I realize she’s not so average after all. She has an hour-glass figure, and the black pants she’s wearing make her ass look delectable. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a low pony-tail, and I wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my hand as I fuck her from behind.
    Whoa, what the fuck?
    I shake my head, and that’s when I notice Caden and Cason sharing one of those twin moments. They stare at one another, and I wonder if they can read each other’s thoughts. It’s strange to me when they do this. “What’s up with you two?” Both look at me, but Caden looks away first. “Seriously, y’all are freaking me out with that twin bond shit. What gives?”
    Caden still doesn’t look at me, which is unusual for him but Cason says, “I’m going to the restroom, then we can head out.” I frown, wondering why he wants to rush out of here. He gets up from the booth and before he turns to leave he says, “Plus you have a stalker to take care of, right?”
    “Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” I snap back. Cason smirks, heading towards the bathrooms. I watch him for a moment, then I turn my gaze to Caden. “You going to tell me what that was all about?”
    He leans back, propping an arm on the top of the booth as he smiles at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    “Whatever man. I’m going to head out then. Cason’s right. I have to take care of this Summer problem.” I toss my napkin in my plate, and drink the last of my sweet tea. I slide out of the booth, leaving a hefty tip for Kelly. “I’ll catch you later.”
    “Say hi to Summer for me,” he says, and it takes all the strength I have not to smack him on the back of his head. I leave our table, and I can still hear him laughing all the way to the register to pay.
    After paying, I quickly walk out, and stop once I get to my truck. “Are you fucking kidding me!” I glance back at the bay window we sat by, and I watch Caden with his signature shit eating grin, holding two thumbs up. Those fucking assholes. I flip him off and turn to look at the words written on the back of my truck window. ‘Wash me, dick face’ it says. I’m not sure how I missed them, or I should say, Caden, writing on my window. Shaking my head, I unlock my truck and think sometimes I hate having such annoying brothers.

    I pull up at my house and after parking, I turn my phone back on. A few minutes pass before the texts start pouring in. All twenty-seven messages are from none other than Summer. I have to admit, she sure is persistent, also annoying as fuck. I don’t even go through them all. I send her a quick message telling her to come over so we can talk about her stalker behavior, and I send her my address. I hit send before thinking it might not be such a good idea telling her where I live, but I’m confident I can get through to her about leaving me alone. She of course responds, but I don’t message her back.
    I grab my gym bag before locking everything up, and make my way inside. Stepping through the door, I sigh in relief as the cool air hits me. Being that it’s June in Mississippi, it’s hot as hell outside. I’m grateful for the cool air, and I drop my bag down by the door and my