Rhys Ford - Cole McGinnis 3 - Dirty Laundry by Rhys Ford

Author:Rhys Ford [Ford, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

HE WASN’T what I expected. Actually, he was nothing like I expected.

The tattoos, the silver rings on his fingers, and the bad boy cut of his scarlet-sooty hair was… odd and so not a part of the image I’d had in my mind for my mother’s youngest son. I wasn’t sure what to say as he watched me cut into the pie Claudia baked for me, pursing his mouth at its bright blue color. It was too odd to see parts of me and Mike on someone else.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had fresh blueberries before.” His English was nearly flawless but with an odd cant to it, different than Jae’s. It wasn’t hard to understand him. Just different. I wondered if our mother sounded like him. If I would have grown up listening to the peculiar cadence and somehow mimicked it in my own speech. “Not in a pie. It smells good.”

“Claudia, my… she’s kind of like an aunt… made it,” I replied. The whole scene was too domestic to be real. I plated a couple of slices, put them on one of the dining trays Jae liked to use, and pulled two cups of coffee from the brewing pot. I tossed a handful of the sugar packets and creamer cups I’d stolen from the front office onto the tray and jerked my head toward the living room. “Head over that way.”

Neko decided to join us. I’d say it was my stellar company, but the truth was, she liked sucking up creamer from the cups. I opened one for her, set it on the chest, and stroked her fur while Ichiro mixed up his coffee. He chucked her under the chin when she went over to investigate his coffee and smiled when the damned cat declined his advances, returning to her own creamer.

I flipped on the sound system, keeping the volume low. I skipped over the playlists until I found one of Jae’s and felt the tension slip down my shoulders and away from my back at the now-familiar burble of Korean playing through the house. Letting G-Dragon howl about getting his cray on, I settled back down, moving Neko’s tail out of my pie.

“I like that you named her Neko.” He leaned back, cradling his cup and studying the pie. “She came that way.” I probably sounded like an asshole, and I still wasn’t sure where the whole come on in and let me give you pie courtesy came from. I blamed Jae. God knows, I’ve never been the crinoline skirts and pearls type. ’Course I’d never say that about him… out loud. “We’re working on our relationship. I expect her to be a pet. She expects me to be her slave. We’re trying to find a common ground.”

“I wish you luck with that, brother.” Ichiro saluted me with his coffee cup.

“Yeah, about that brother thing—” The pie didn’t hold my interest, which was a shame because I had a weakness for blueberries. Okay, a weakness for pie in general, but blueberries were up there.

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