Trevor

I polished off my breakfast before dialing Dylan’s number. It was an asshole move to call him on his honeymoon, even if he was on his way home, but he should know about Julia working with Allie, too. I also figured it would be best to tell them about Melina staying with me before they got back. That last thing I kept going back and forth on, but in the end, I didn’t want to shock Dylan.

“Hey, Trev,” Dylan answered, and I could tell by the background noise that he was in the car with the call on speaker. “What’s up? Is everything okay at the office?”

“Everything’s fine,” I assured him. “How was the trip?” I didn’t want to make small talk, but I didn’t want to be rude either.

“Fantastic!” Allie answered.

“What she said,” Dylan added, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey, Allie!” I greeted her.

“What were you calling about?” Dylan pushed. “I’m sure it wasn’t just to chat.”

“Julia is at my house,” I explained.

“Uh oh,” Allie said softly.

“I can’t believe the stuff she told me,” I continued.

“About working with Allie?” Dylan asked.

“You knew?” I demanded.

“He drew up the contracts for Bliss,” Allie reminded me. “Since Julia is my partner, her name is on all those contracts.”

“Did you know Julia is Allie’s partner because she’s bisexual? My sister has been having sex!” I practically shouted, my brain again conjuring images of the gap-toothed little girl.

“Everyone knows your sister is bisexual, Trevor,” Dylan replied, and I could hear the bastard stifling his laughter.

“I didn’t know,” I sputtered.

“That’s only because you refuse to see your sister as anything sexual,” Dylan pointed out. “You’ve seen her kiss girlfriends.”

“Girls kiss on the mouth for nonsexual reasons,” I repeated the argument I’d made to myself about this. That argument was beginning to sound weak. “I’m an idiot,” I muttered.

“Just a very overprotective older brother,” Allie assured me. “It’s cute and annoying. Can I assume she told your parents about the business and things didn’t go well?”

“Julia showed up here looking for a place to stay until she can find an apartment,” I replied.

“I always knew you’d have a woman in your house again, but I never expected it to be your sister,” Allie teased, leading me to believe Dylan hadn’t told her he knew I had a witch staying with me.

“You’re very funny,” I muttered, deciding I’d let Melina tell them about us. While I’d considered telling them, I was pissed about everyone keeping information about my sister from me.

“Do you mind if we stop by your place tomorrow?” Dylan asked.

“I thought you were getting into town late tomorrow.” That’s what I’d heard, anyway.

“We’ve been lucky with the lines at the transport sights, so we cancelled our hotel room for tonight,” Dylan explained. “We should be home in a few hours.”

“Hold on and let me check my calendar to make sure I’ll be here,” I told them. I needed to see what Melina’s work schedule was like before making any plans. With everything going on with Night High, Melina’s schedule was crazy, and I liked bringing her dinner on nights she worked. I didn’t want to risk having Allie and Dylan here too late to feed my witch.

“Worried you’ll miss your busy schedule of brooding at home?” Dylan asked, probably assuming the witch I’d moved in after the wedding had already moved out. “Did you and Julia want to go pick up witches together?”

“Fuck you,” I shot back. Melina wasn’t supposed to be at the studio tomorrow, and she’d told me there were no rehearsals, so she should be free. I’d have to see if she wanted to be here when Dylan and Allie stopped by. As depressing as it was to admit, she might not want Dylan or Allie to know about our relationship because she believed it would end soon. “Looks like I’m free tomorrow. What time were you thinking about coming by?”

“How about around two?” Allie suggested.

“Sounds good,” I told her, looking up to see Melina standing in the doorway to the den, watching me. “See you then.” I quickly ended the call, not caring if it was rude. “That bastard, Dylan, already knew about Julia, and he didn’t tell me.”

Melina raised an eyebrow at my statement.

“Right,” I grumbled. “He’d have to know since he did the contracts.”

“Did you tell them about us?” she asked, giving nothing away in her tone.

I shook my head. “Where’s my sister?”

“She decided to stay with a friend,” Melina explained.

“Why?” I asked. “Is it because I was such an asshole about everything?”

“Actually, she doesn’t want to risk hearing you having sex.”

I chuckled. “That’s probably a smart thing since I’m already thinking about stripping you naked and fucking you.”

That was an understatement. If I didn’t get inside my witch soon, I was going to start begging.

“I just took a shower, and I need to get ready for my sister’s baby shower,” Melina argued.

I nodded, because the gentlemanly thing to do was accept her rejection and let her get ready to go. It’s not like she was turning me down because she didn’t want me. Melina had a very good reason for saying no to sex, and I could live with it. My dick insisted we could not live with being turned down, and I was relieved when Melina said, “Fuck it. I can always be a little late.”