Free Alluring Temptation (Bayou Stix #3) by Skye Turner

coffee smells divine.”
    Then, I hear Clove’s irate response. “Point made! No, thank you!
    The coffee and food are divine. However since you don’t live here and I do, maybe you should get dressed and remove your car from in front of my garage. May I recommend Java and Sweeties for coffee? It’s right up the street!”
    Holy crap. She just called Chelsee out without calling her out.
    She sounds really perturbed. Why is that I wonder?
    Shit! I didn’t think she’d be home from the hospital so soon. Shit!
    Clove sees me in the doorway and my gaze takes her in. She’s looks so much better. And she’s just beautiful in the early morning sun. What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? She looks like Clove. She doesn’t seem fazed by me though. She looks right through me and makes it a point not to touch me as she walks by. I turn my head and watch her walk down the hall and up the stairs. I keep watching until she disappears from my sight.
    When I finally turn back around, Dade and Chelsee are both watching me.
    Chelsee is watching me with a scowl on her face. She looks frightful. Her hair is a tangled mess and her make-up is smeared. I can’t help but compare her to Clove’s early morning, fresh faced beauty. Chelsee is sadly lacking. She’s also wearing my shirt and it’s not leaving anything to the imagination.
    I look away from her and see Dade is also glowering at me. What the hell? I didn’t do anything. Oh shit, does he know I kissed Clove? She wouldn’t have told him that. Right?!
    I am looking at Dade, but I talk to Chelsee. “I think it’s time for you to go, Chels.”
    She makes a screeching sound. “What? Are you serious? Who the hell was that bitch? I know she did not just insult me!”
    Dade looks away from me and glares at her. “That bitch was my sister!” Chelsee shrinks back from the rage on his face. “And I do believe she did insult you. How rude of her when you waltz into my kitchen looking like a used up prostitute, and invite yourself into a private conversation. You have two minutes to get dressed and get the hell out of my house.”
    She looks at me with disbelief and anger. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
    I gesture to Dade. “It’s his house and I don’t even know why you’re still here to be honest, Chelsee.”
    She screeches, “ Well I never! Fuck you. That was the last booty call you’re getting from me. I was doing you a favor! There are plenty of numbers in my phone! You just got yourself deleted, you asshole.”
    She stomps down the hall, still shrieking. I look at Dade and shake my head. “Just don’t.”
    He glares and says, “Classy, Liam. Real classy.” Then he points at me. “You! Sit!”
    That tone is not good. Shit, he does know!
    I pour a cup of coffee and am just about to sit down when the front door slams. I wince. Tires squeal right after. As I turn back around, Dade is just looking at me. Should I talk first or should I wait for him to start?
    He just continues to glare at me.
    I take a sip of coffee and I wait.
    He sighs. “Really, Liam?”
    Really what? What are we talking about? Does he know I kissed Clove? Are we talking about Chelsee? Shit, I don’t know. What do I say? I don’t want to piss him off more by saying the wrong thing.
    I do what I do best. I smirk at him and say, “What?”
    “Cut that shit out. You know what? Why do you keep doing this? Clove walked in on you again two days ago and then again just now,” he waves in the direction Chelsee just left, “yet another one is leaving as soon as we get home. Dude, you know I don’t care, but seriously? My damn sister lives here!”
    Oh, thank God! He doesn’t know about Clove. Just her finding me yet again with another one. And then of course Chelsee had to walk out looking like a total slut this morning. Shit!
    I shrug. “Sorry, man. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks and then the past two days weren’t exactly awesome around here.” I glare back. “I needed to