Free Cocky F@#ker (Tangled Desires #3) by Misti Murphy

half-sister, Gaby. We’re having lunch because we barely see each other despite technically living in the same house. But between work, college, and the amount of time I spend with the Hadleys, we’re both rarely home.
    People would probably think it’s odd that I spend more time with my pseudo-adoptive family instead of my real one, but my family was never very close. Mom did the best she could for us, raising us girls on her own until we were old enough to give her the freedom to enjoy the single life she never could when we were young.
    I don’t really remember my father. I have fragments of a picture in my head. Blond hair, green eyes, like mine. He left when I was three. I guess he couldn’t hack the responsibility. Or at least that’s what I figured out when I learned to read between the lines of what my mother said.
    Gaby’s dad left, too. But at least he didn’t cut her out of his life the way mine did.
    “Hey, sis.” Gaby waves as she enters Sam Bucca and scurries between the tables. “Sorry I’m late. Deni and I were studying and I kind of lost track of the time.”
    “What were you studying?”
    She plunks down in the chair opposite and gathers her corkscrew hair in her fist before securing it with an elastic band. “Boys, of course.” She laughs, picking up the menu. “Which reminds me, when was the last time you went on a date?”
    She’s staring at me over the top of the menu, her brown eyes solemn. As though I’m not able to handle my own love life, which apparently I’m not, since I can’t get Mace Hadley out of my head. He’s seriously ruining my life, or at least, my ability to be a rational human being. “I don’t know. Why?”
    “Because you should.” She drops the menu on the table and leans over it. “Deni’s brother is hot , in a drop dead gorgeous kind of way, and he’s your age.”
    “Oh my God, are you trying to set me up?” I stage whisper.
    Slumping back in the plastic seat, she rolls her eyes. “I’m only trying to do my sister a favor. You’ve been crabby lately. Maybe you need to clear out the cobwebs in your hoo-ha.”
    I cannot believe the words coming out of my little sister’s mouth. She’s barely nineteen. Six years younger than me. When the hell did she turn into this? “Oh my God, shut up. I don’t need to clear out any cobwebs. I don’t have cobwebs.”
    “Fine,” she says. “But, if you change your mind, Dean said he’d be happy to take you out.”
    “Did you tell him you wanted him to deal with my cobwebs?” My face is flushed. I must be freaking radiating heat. I can’t believe Gaby would embarrass me like this.
    “No.” She purses her lips. “We didn’t tell him you need to get laid. Neither of you have a lot of time for meeting people. We just suggested that maybe you two could have a couple drinks.”
    “The answer is no, Gaby. Honestly, I don’t need my little sister organizing my love life.”
    “What love life?” She smirks, getting up from her seat and thrusting out her hand. “Do you want your usual?”
    “Yeah. Sure.” I take cash out of my wallet and hand it to her.
    What the hell is the world coming to where my little sister thinks she can do a better job of managing my personal life than me? I watch her get into line. Truth is maybe she could. I certainly haven’t got any game. I haven’t dated since high school, not that I’m willing to tell her that. And I’m definitely crabby.
    But I think that’s because I haven’t been getting enough sleep. It has absolutely nothing to do with being around Mace. So what if every time I’ve stayed there since he came home I’ve been unable to sleep, knowing he’s right down the hall. Probably awake. Imagining him thinking about me, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it.
    I grind the heels of my palms to my eyes, trying to block him out of my head. I’ve become one-track-minded since he came back and being close to him isn’t helping.
    But then the nights I stay