Secret Sin: A Byrne Brothers Novella (The Byrne Brothers) by Jill Ramsower

Author:Jill Ramsower [Ramsower, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jill Ramsower LLC
Published: 2023-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

Pippa responded to my texts the following week but only in the most cursory fashion. It was maddening in a way I’d never experienced before. I’d thought dinner might be the last of her resistance and had tried to give her room to get used to the idea of me being around. I got the sense it wasn’t working.

“Shit, you’re gonna break my damn hand.” Callum took off the training pad he’d been wearing and shook out his hand. He was a longtime friend who spent almost as much time in the gym as I did. We took turns doing partner pad training, but this time my thoughts had me getting carried away.

“Sorry, man. Got a lot on my mind.”

“The girl?” He smirked.

“Unfortunately.” I grabbed my phone and confirmed that she still hadn’t responded to my text from that morning. All damn day and nothing.

“Maybe she’s just not that into you.”

I shot him an arctic glare. “You’re walking a thin fucking line.”

Callum raised his hands in surrender. “I’m only saying maybe it’s not meant to be. Right girl, wrong time or something like that.”

“I think she doesn’t even know what she’s running from. Just a fear of what might be. That’s the reason I’m not giving up because I know it’s unfounded. I’m not planning to keep her barefoot and pregnant.”

“You sure you’re not chasing just because she’s running?” he asked warily.

“I don’t think so, but who the fuck knows.” I wiped my face with one of the hand towels nearby. “I’m going to hit the shower and head home.”

He lifted his fist, and I tapped it with mine. “Good luck, man. Can’t say I envy you.”

I grimaced as I walked away. Maybe I was beating my head against a wall, but I couldn’t seem to stop. My gut told me to fight for her, and the damn thing had never proven me wrong. I’d never given up easily when I went after something I wanted, and this was no time to start. I would find a way to show Pippa I was exactly what she wanted—what she needed—and nothing would stop me, least of all my own self-doubt.

Two hours later, I was showered and pacing my living room. Pippa still hadn’t texted me. Giving in, I dialed her number and resorted to a call. The phone rang six times before her voicemail picked up.

Goddammit.

It was nearly ten at night on a Friday. Could she really be that busy, or was she just ignoring me? I stretched my neck from one side to the other. I’d never been so damn tense as I’d been all week.

Or so I’d thought.

Seconds after I ended the failed call, Conner’s number appeared on my screen.

“What’s up?” I asked, concern sharpening my voice. I wasn’t scheduled to work that night, so a call from Conner had me on edge. Had something gone down at the club? We ran a multimillion-dollar underground gambling ring through a front known as the Bastion Club. Our activities usually flew under the radar, but every now and then, things got dicey.

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