Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends novel Chapter 83

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Yeah. That would go over great.

I exhale slowly. “Let’s just say. It’s not exactly what I expected out here.”

“Oho,” she says, pouncing. “So there is someone. I have to say I’m just happy big brother isn’t a cock blocker.”

“There might be,” I correct carefully.

“Uh–huh. And this person–is he hot?”

My mind betrays me instantly.

Theo’s calm strength. Barric’s raw power. Kade’s dangerous smirk. Ronan’s quiet, consuming intensity.

My pulse stutters.

“He’s… fine,” I say, aiming for casual and missing by a mile.

Hazel cackles. “Fine? Shit, that’s worse than I thought. I would rather be stuck in this dry spell than have to fake an

orgasm so he’d hurry up and get off of me.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the small smile forming. “Stop being dramatic. Fine is great.”

Shit, I’m a liar.

“No, it is not. So what’s the situation? Small town charm? Flannel? Brooding? Oh, is he the kind of guy that doesn’t

believe in oral?”

“Not exactly,” I mutter under my breath.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” I shift in my seat, glancing toward the door without really meaning to. “It’s just… different out here.”

“Different how?”

I hesitate.

Because the truth is too big. Too complicated. Too much.

“Quieter,” I settle on. “Slower. People actually… notice things. Pay attention.”

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J: mk thoughtfully. “And you like that? You want to take things slow with this fine guy. “There’s a pause. “Shit, is

-this serious?”

I think about it.

About the way they all watch me–not just with desire, but with awareness. With intention.

About how I feel.

“It’s… something,” I admit.

“Wow,” she says. “You’re really out here having a whole character arc.”

“Relax,” I scoff. “I’m still me.”

“Debatable,” she teases. “Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me you’ve taken up gardening.”

“Absolutely not.”

She laughs again, and for a moment–just a moment–I feel normal.

Like nothing has changed.

Like I’m still the same girl who went out with Hazel on weekends, who knew exactly who she was and what her life looked

like.

But then-

My wolf goes still.

Someone’s coming.

I freeze, my senses sharpening instantly.

There.

A scent threads through the air–deep, familiar, unmistakable.

Ronan.

My heart kicks hard against my ribs.

“I want a heads up before the wedding,” Hazel is saying, oblivious. “I mean it. I do not want to find out you eloped-”

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wave in on. I cut in suddenly.

“What? Already?”

“I’ll call you back,” I promise, pushing to my feet as the scent grows stronger, closer. “Soon.”

“Aria-

“I mean it,” I say, softer now. “I’ll call you.”

There’s a brief pause.

Then, “Okay,” Hazel says. “You better.”

“I will.”

I hang up before she can say anything else.

For a second, I just stand there, phone still in my hand, my pulse loud in my ears.

Then I turn.

He’s already there.

Leaning casually against the doorframe like he’s always been part of the room.

Ronan.

My breath catches.

His gaze is on me–heavy, deliberate, unapologetic as it drags from my face down the length of my body and back up

again.

Slow.

Assessing.

Claiming.

Heat blooms under my skin, spreading fast and dangerously.

Ours, my wolf whispers, her voice thick with approval.

I swallow, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “How long have you been standing there?”

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ugh he says.

His voice is low, rough around the edges in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.

I set the phone down carefully, suddenly very aware of the space between us.

“Just got back?” I ask, aiming/for casual and landing somewhere closer to breathless.

He pushes off the doorframe.

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