Chapter 18
Eighteen
Zach
Iglare at Joel, who winks at me when Lou’s back is turned. I shift my way down the counter so that I’m closer to her again.
My asshole brother just grins behind the rim of his coffee cup.
Standing next to Louise, my fingers twitch. I want to touch her so damn bad. Want to place my hand at the small of her back. Want to smooth my palm down over the roundness of her ass until I’m holding it in my hand.
I want to claim her. Mark her as mine.
Make sure that idiot brother of mine knows just who this princess belongs to.
By the time Louise is done making extra waffles for myself, Bails, Joel, and finally herself, I have the three girls helping clean up the breakfast mess so Louise can eat her plate of food.
Joel is sitting at the counter with Louise on his right while I direct the girls through washing the dishes.
He sips his coffee, left hand cradling the coffee cup, while his right arm is laying across the back of her chair.
They talk and flirt while she eats, and I want to break my brother’s arm.
Fuck it.
Damn Joel.
Damn Britt… and damn the consequences.