Free ONE WEEK 1 by Kristina Weaver Page A

because I want to help him but I don’t know how. I can’t even fix my own shit, and it’s not even half as big as his. But I know that I can be there for him and love him, and I tell him so.
    “Okay, that’s enough crying for now. Go shower, because you stink, and I’ll try and clean this dump.”
    I go, because he’s right, and feel better since I had that talk with him at the wedding. Nothing like family to get you straight.
    When I come out of the room, ready to give him shit after his crying jag, I stop dead in my tracks and zip my lips. But not before something slips out.
    “Oh, zucchini.”
    Five pairs of male eyes are staring at me, three that I’ve never seen before. One that I will deal with later, for opening the door, and another whose ass I will kick as soon as I can convince my limbs to start functioning again.
    “You’re right, Dev old man, she really is a fox!” one of the younger ones yells, jumping up and coming my way with a mischievous grin before grabbing me off my feet and laying a doozy of a kiss right on my half-open mouth. “Nice arse, sweetheart.”
    “Oy, get your filthy hands off my woman, you wanker.”
    That’s Devon I hear growling like a bear, but I can’t pay him a scrap of attention when the bear currently holding me grabs my ass and gives it a firm squeeze.
    “Please tell me all you Yank females are built this perfectly, or I think I’ll steal you before the bloke can get his greedy paws on you,” he begs, winking at me.
    I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind before the kid gets a foot in the chest that sends him flying. He catches himself before he falls, and laughs, flipping Devon the bird and making kissy noises with his mouth.
    “Fuck off, Davy boy, or you’ll have nothing to ruin the girls with when I’m done with you,” he growls, pointing a finger at the others in warning.
    “Now then, imp, meet Garret, David, and Ryan, our brothers. Lads, say hello to imp.”
    “Yeah, hi, nice rack.”
    “Bloody brilliant eyes. They gold?”
    “I already told you you have a nice bum.”
    I’m giggling by the time they’re done, and even Logan cracks a smile.
    “Why don’t we leave these two to talk? There’s a burger joint around the corner that makes a mean chili fry.”
    Logan rounds them up and has them out the door before I can move.
    “Traitor!”
    “Yeah, yeah, thank me later. You hurt my sister and I’ll end your miserable existence, asshole. You got me?” he barks, narrowing his eyes.
    “Clearly. Get the fuck out then, unless you want to see me kiss her.”
    He slams out, and I grin, till I remember that my back is pinned to Devon’s chest and we’re alone.
    “If I put you down are you going to hit me, imp?”
    I snort and consider it before shaking my head and getting as much space between us as humanly possible. I can’t be that close to him without feeling things, and I really don’t need to feel these things. Not now, when I’ve just gotten stuff sorted out.
    “I came to beg you… You’re pregnant with my baby, yes?” he asks, and I swallow, nodding when his gray eyes light up and he grins.
    He gets so excited, and I flinch when he stalks closer and grabs my hands, bending at the waist to look down into my eyes.
    “I’m so glad, and…and I wanted you to know that I am so happy—”
    “Dev—”
    “No, please, let me speak. For the longest time I haven’t allowed myself to love anyone but my brothers and the few friends I have. I’d convinced myself, after I was left at the altar—but that’s another story. Anyway, I’d convinced myself that loving people was weakness and that I had no room in my life and heart for anyone else.”
    He pauses, and I feel myself freeze.
    “And then you came along, and I couldn’t keep my hands off you. You’re so fucking beautiful and smart and funny, and you rocked my world that morning in bed. It scared me to death when I heard you singing in the shower and I got this happy