Twirled Bond (Holly Woods Files, #5) Read Online Free Page B

Trent says, carrying on from Drake’s questions. “It’s been months.”
    I drop my hand and open and close my mouth a couple of times. Well. Now, I’m in trouble. Damn my big mouth.
    “I think Bek might like Brody,” I tell them. “But Jason complicates things.”
    Drake leans forward on his desk, flattening his forearms in front of him. His blue gaze hits me. “Help me out here, sweetheart. She likes Brody, but she’s dating Jason. Why?”
    “Well, she likes him too.” That was lame. “I think he just made the move first, and now, she’s... Yeah. Confused. I don’t know! Don’t ask me things I can’t answer!”
    “You’re the one who said she likes Brody,” Trent points out.
    “I said think, Trent. I think she likes Brody.”
    “So, why don’t you ask her?”
    “Because I’m his sister and that’s wrong.”
    His eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah, but I have to listen to you and my best friend loving on each other on a regular basis.”
    “You know what that says about you? You did a bad job as my big brother convincing me not to date him.”
    “You tried to convince her not to date me?” Drake snorts, looking at Trent.
    Trent wrinkles his nose then wriggles his hand side to side in a “maybe, maybe not” way.
    “Not really,” I answer for him. “But the point is, Trent, it could be worse. You could hear us having sex.”
    “And I’m out.” He spins on the balls of his feet and disappears, leaving the door wide open.
    I can’t help but grin. I so won that.
    “He leaves every time you come in here, you know that?” Drake quirks an eyebrow. “Not that you should take it personally, but...”
    “If I had something better to do with my day than bug you, I’d have left the second he walked in.”
    “Well, you’re gonna have to find something better to do, because I have to look through this, apparently.” He taps the folder.
    “On Daniela?”
    “Noelle.”
    “What?” I drop my feet from his desk and sit up straight. “I could help.”
    “You could,” he replies slowly. “But you’re not going to. You’re going to leave. And I just saw your panties.”
    I grab my purse and stand on a huff. “Good. I hope you’re horribly uncomfortable all day.” I pause in the doorway and look over my shoulder. “I’m going to spit in your dinner tonight.”
    His grin doesn’t stop his laugh. “Does that mean you’re actually cooking?”
    “I hate you.”
     

     
    God bless Nonna.
    I called her and told her that I couldn’t be bothered to cook. And that, if Drake had to do it again, he was probably going to move out, so she hightailed her little Italian ass over here with a giant Tupperware tub full of lasagna.
    “You know I’m telling him I made this, right?” I tell her as she transfers it to an oven-safe dish without breaking it.
    “ Si, ” she answers, putting it in the oven. “Oh, Noella. Your-a oven is-a dirty!”
    Yeah. I keep meaning to clean that, but between my family, work, and bugging Drake at his work, who has the time?
    “It adds to the flavor. Just put it in.”
    Nonna sighs and does as I said, mumbling under her breath in Italian. I hate when she does that. Just because I’m fluent doesn’t mean I can understand it when it’s barely whispered at the speed of light. The only reason I’m not calling her out is because she did just bring me lasagna.
    “You-a know he will-a know it is-a my lasagna.”
    “Yes,” I say slowly. “But it’s the thought that counts, right?”
    “ Si, si. When-a you marry him, huh?”
    Oh boy. Here. We. Go. “It’s not really in our short-term plan, Nonna.” I turn to the fridge and pull a bottle of chilled white wine out.
    “So it-a is-a your long-a term plan?”
    “We haven’t really spoken about it. At all. Ever.” Lies. It’s been mentioned. Casually.
    “You-a drink-a too much. I bet-a that is-a why.”
    Oh, I only drink this much when she’s around. “I’m sure Drake doesn’t have a problem with my wine