CHAPTER 7
GRIFF
What the hell was that?
I ask myself this question again as I watch Red’s car pull up at my dad’s cabin—the cabin I’ve never invited my fellow Reapers to, much less some girl I just met.
But that kiss, man . . .
Don’t blame it all on the kiss. You were all set to invite her here before you even got those five minutes, my brother snidely points out inside my head. You’re breaking all your rules for this woman.
This isn’t the first time the imaginary version of my brother has called me out. Most guys have a voice of reason that sounds like either themselves, whatever god they’re into, or an imaginary cricket. But ever since my older brother, Geoff, decided I wasn’t “ready” for a deal with our family’s record label, I’ve had his voice inside my head. Correcting me. Telli
