Slow Grind (Men of Mornington Book 1) by Eva Spencer Page A

gosh. Tell him to get a grip and go fuck someone else.
    Jacey: I even offered a pity fuck, but he wasn’t having it
    Me: Careful. The guy catches feelings quicker than a woman.
    Jacey: It’s kind of cute how much he loves you.
    Me: It’s kind of cute how I don’t care. He needs to stop. I have over a dozen missed calls and twenty texts.
    Jacey: Give the guy a break. He’s in lurve. What are you doing?
    Me: Kidnapping my brother from the grips of my mother’s house. We’re heading back to his place.
    Jacey: Can he even drive? I know you can’t LOL
    It’s true. I never got a driver’s licence. It wasn’t really needed in New York, where you travel by taxis or subway. I also never had the chance to get one in Australia, since I left when I was twelve. I’d have no idea how to operate a vehicle on the wrong side of the road. Or is it the right side? Who the hell knows.
    Me: Drew’s driving.
    Jacey: Drew? THE Drew? How’s he looking?
    Me: Better than he should.
    Jacey: Show me!!!
    Debating how I can get a picture of Drew without coming off weird, I pause my text session with Jacey to think about it a little. Then, genius hits.
    “Hey, guys, take a picture with me so I can send it to Jacey back home. She misses me and doesn’t know what you look like.”
    “This is your home, Aubrey,” Max pouts in the back seat.
    “I know, still… Please? Look, we’re at a stoplight. Get in here, Max.” I lean into Drew, he leans into me and Max sits up. When we’re all in the frame, I stick my tongue out and the guys smile. Click . Perfect. I load the picture into the messages and hit send. It’s a few minutes before Jacey responds.
    Jacey: Well shit. He’s a god!!!!!
    Me: He’s something, alright.
    Jacey: And the hottie in the back seat? That’s Max?
    Me: Knock it off, that’s my brother, dude.
    Jacey: He’s cute. And I’ve always wanted to be your sister.
    I have to pause again, this time because I’m suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. Will Max ever get the chance to get married? Have kids? Live a real life? I swallow down the uncertainty and continue texting.
    Me: You go back to pity fucking Nate. We’re almost to Max’s. I’ll text you later.
    Jacey: Love you, buttercup.
    Me: Love you back.
    I put the phone back in my purse as we hit a patch of traffic. This is exactly what I need—more time stuck in a car with a guy who knows I’m feeling him but won’t ever act on it because I’m just little Aubrey, as he so cleverly put it. Resting my head back, I pray for the cars to part and for us to arrive at Max’s sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make time pass any faster, so I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Chapter Seven
Drew
    Shaking my head, I slam my fist down on the steering wheel, which earns me an odd look from Max. I mutter something about the traffic and keep my eyes on the road. What the fuck has happened to me? When did I become the guy who gets caught checking out a girl? Or more to the point, when did I become the guy who checks out girls and doesn’t even realise it until he’s caught? When did I become so weak?
    I’m sure she thought she had me until Max woke up, but I quickly put an end to that. Aubrey is definitely playing a game I refuse to let her win. At least, that’s what I’m trying damn hard to make myself believe.
    Finally, after an hour stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, we pull into the garage of Max’s apartment complex. I find a parking spot as close to the lift as I can since Max decided he wasn’t an invalid and could walk a few feet. Stubborn as hell, that guy, but I can’t say I wouldn’t be the exact same way if the tables were turned.
    “Can you grab my suitcase, please?” Aubrey asks, refusing to meet my eye as we get out of the car.
    “No problem,” I smirk. Pulling her luggage from the boot, I’m surprised she met the maximum weight limit for her flight, the sucker is that heavy. Like, there could be a dead body of a small human