Twisted Love (Twisted, #1)(9)
He took off his sunglasses and assessed us with cool eyes, unfazed by the mini welcoming party on the front steps.
Only I didn’t feel particularly welcoming.
“But…but that’s Alex,” I stammered.
“Looking miiiighty fine, might I add.” Jules nudged me in the ribs, and I scowled in response. Who cared if he was hot? He was a jerk.
“Hey, dude.” Josh slapped hands with Alex. “Where’s your stuff?”
“Moving company’s bringing it later.” Alex side-eyed Jules, who assessed him the way one would a shiny new toy. Besides Josh, Alex was the only guy who’d never fallen for her charms, which intrigued her more. She was a sucker for a good challenge, probably because most guys fell at her feet before she even opened her mouth.
“Wait.” I put my hand up, my heart slamming a panicked rhythm against my ribcage. “Moving comp—you’re not moving here.”
“Actually, he is.” Josh slung an arm over my shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Meet your new neighbor, little sis.”
My eyes ping-ponged between him and Alex, who couldn’t look more bored by the conversation.
“No.” There was only one reason Alex Volkov would leave his cushy D.C. penthouse and move back to Hazelburg, and I’d bet my new camera it had nothing to do with nostalgia for his college days. “No, no, no, no, no.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I glared at my brother. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m twenty-two years old.”
“Who said anything about babysitting?” Josh shrugged. “He’s looking after the house for me. I’m moving back in when I return next year, so it makes sense.”
“Bullshit. You want him to keep an eye on me.”
“That’s a bonus.” Josh’s face softened. “It doesn’t hurt to have someone you can rely on when I’m not here, especially given this whole thing with Liam.”
I winced at the mention of my ex. Liam had been blowing up my phone since I caught him cheating on me a month and a half ago. He’d even shown up at the gallery where I worked a few times, begging for another chance. I wasn’t devastated by our breakup. We’d dated for a few months, and I hadn’t been in love with him or anything, but the situation had brought all my insecurities to the surface. Josh worried about Liam getting out of hand, but let’s be honest, Liam was a Brooks-Brother-wearing, polo-playing trust fund baby. I doubted he’d do anything that would mess up his perfectly gelled hair.
I was more embarrassed I’d dated him than concerned about my physical safety.
“I can handle myself.” I pulled Josh’s arm off my shoulder. “Call the moving company and cancel,” I told Alex, who’d been ignoring us and scrolling through his phone this whole time. “You do not need to move here. Don’t you have…stuff to do in D.C.?”
“D.C. is a twenty-minute drive,” he said without looking up.
“For the record, I am totally in favor of you moving in next door,” Jules piped up. Traitor. “Do you mow the lawn shirtless? If not, I highly recommend it.”
Alex and Josh frowned at the same time.
“You.” Josh pointed at her. “Do not pull any of your shenanigans while I’m gone.”
“It’s cute how you think you have a say in my life.”
“I don’t give a shit what you do with your life. It’s when you drag Ava into your harebrained schemes I’m concerned.”
“Newsflash: you don’t have a say in Ava’s life either. She’s her own person.”
“She’s my sister—”
“She’s my best friend—”
“Remember when you almost got her arrested—”
“You have to let that go. That was three years ago—”
“People!” I pressed my fingers to my temple. Dealing with Josh and Jules was like dealing with children. “Stop arguing. Josh, stop trying to control my life. Jules, stop provoking him.”
Josh crossed his arms over his chest. “As your big brother, it’s my job to protect you and to appoint someone to fill in for me when I’m not here.”
I grew up with him; I recognized that look on his face. He wasn’t budging.
“I assume Alex is the fill-in?” I asked in a resigned tone.
“I’m not a ‘fill-in’ anything,” Alex said icily. “Don’t do anything stupid, and we’ll be fine.”
I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
This was going to be a long year.
4
Ava
Two days later, Josh was in Central America and Alex was all moved in. I’d watched the movers carry a giant flat-screen TV and boxes of varying sizes into the house next door, and Alex’s Aston Martin was now a daily sight.
Since stewing over my situation wouldn’t do me much good, I decided to make lemonade out of my lemons.
The gallery closed on Tuesdays during the summer and I didn’t have any shoots scheduled, so I spent the afternoon baking my signature red velvet cookies.
I’d just finished packaging them in a cute little basket when I heard the unmistakable roar of Alex’s car pulling in the driveway, followed by a door slam.