I gripped my phone in my hand and started storming out of my apartment, grabbing my keys on the way.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back," I answered, and avoided looking where she was changing Ben.

As soon as my door was open, I kicked the box of oatmeal bath packets sitting there out of my way and went next door. When Maci's door didn't immediately open, I unlocked it and let myself in to walk through the apartment as I called her name. Nothing. Pulling up her contact in my phone, I pressed on her name and ground my jaw when it went straight to voice mail.

"It's Connor. We're talking about this when you get home."

I locked her door behind me and walked back into my apartment. Amy was standing there holding her son, a confused look on her face that slowly started changing.

"I'm sorry, I just had to-"

"What is going on between you and Maci Price?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Nothing, she's just driving me insane right now."

She hitched Ben higher up on her hip and pursed her lips at me. Ah fuck. She was in mom mode. "I know you're lying to me, and why do I have a feeling she has something to do with the difference I'm seeing in you?"

I sucked at lying to my sister. Especially when she went into mom mode. Throwing my hands out to the side, I let my keys fall to the floor before bringing my hands back to grip my hair. "She's a Price, Amy. They would fu"-I glanced at Ben and tried to filter myself-"freaking murder me."

Amy gasped and a massive smile crossed her face as she dropped to the couch. "How long has this been going on?"

"That's just it," I laughed humorlessly. "It hasn't been. Nothing's happened between us."

"Connor."

"I'm being honest. Nothing has happened, and nothing will. She's my best friends' sister, I can't touch her."

And apparently I'd done something to fuck up anything that could have happened between us . . . and I had no idea what exactly that was.

Maci AFTER HOURS OF shopping, then decorating Amber's apartment and my own, we were finally done. I had a smile on my face that only this time of year could put there, but there was still something missing. Christmas was my favorite holiday, and I loved decorating day more than anything, but I still hadn't gotten Connor or his words out of my mind.

Amber flopped down next to me on the couch and admired our work. "We did good."

"That we did."

"Hey"-she elbowed me-"what's going on? You're usually bouncing off the walls and I can't get you to stop playing Elf or singing Christmas music. You're just kind of . . . blah today. Is it still what Bryce said?"

"Kind of." I shrugged. Barely. I couldn't forget his words if I tried. But it was Connor who was ruining my day, and I hated that I let him have that much power over me.

"Fuck him, Maci. He's a douche, and I think he did you a favor by finally showing his true self. Now you can move on and find someone else."

Was it sad that I couldn't figure out if she was talking about Connor or Bryce, even though I knew she didn't have a clue about Connor?

"I don't want to find someone else . . . I just want to forget about him." Forget the words he'd said. Forget that I'd let myself think he might feel something. Forget the other girls in his apartment. Forget it all.

"Then let's do it! Let's forget the bastard!" Amber shouted and jumped off the couch, jolting me from my thoughts. I hadn't realized I'd said any of that out loud and was glad I hadn't said Connor's name.

"Should I be worried?" I asked when Amber held a hand out for me. I let her pull me up and push me toward my room.

"Hell no. You want to forget about the dick, that's what we're gonna do. So slut it up, get yourself looking hot, and let's go shout from the rooftop that your vagina is finally free!"

I laughed and shook my head. "You're disgusting, you know that?"

"You love my kind of disgusting though. Hurry up, I want to run home and change too."

Turning around, I pointed at her. "I just want to go have fun, I don't want to find another guy."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's get a few shots in you and see if you feel the same."

Note to self: Buy a chastity belt and wear it whenever going out with Amber.

Chapter Five.

Connor I SHOOK MY head and drained my beer as Dakota leaned over far enough that he was about to-oh, never mind. There he went. Dumbass fell out of the damn chair leaning over to watch the girl leave with her friend.

"Shit, Kota, you already got her number, you don't need to look like a fucking loser wishing he'd had the balls to talk to her." I signaled the waitress for another beer and held out my hand. "Keys. You're not . . . driving." Shit.

My eyes landed on long, vibrant red hair. Messy in a way that only a girl like Maci could pull off.

". . . not drunk, man," Dakota's voice filtered in as I shamelessly stared at his sister. "I just couldn't stop looking. Did you see her ass?"

"Yeah," I answered automatically. "Definitely saw it." And I was still staring at it.

Maybe I shouldn't be driving tonight; because other than having a death wish, a guy would have to be drunk to continue checking out his friend's little sister right in front of him.

"Maci!" Dylan called out her name when he caught sight of her from where he was working on a table of girls I was positive had used fake IDs to get in here.

Maci's body stilled before turning to the sound of her brother's voice, followed by Dakota's once he finally spotted her. She caught sight of me, and her eyes widened before narrowing. Her gray eyes didn't leave me the entire time as Dylan walked her and that girl that was always at her apartment over to our table.

"I said where the fuck is he? Which one, Mini?" Dylan growled toward her ear, but loud enough that Dakota and I could still hear him.

Maci tried to shrug Dylan's arm off her shoulders, and when he didn't give, started pushing at his side. "I've already told you-"

"Is her boyfriend here?" Dakota asked and stood up quickly, his eyes scanning the area where she'd just been standing.

"There's no boyfriend! For fuck's sake, can't you leave me alone for one day?"

"Hi, which one are you?" Maci's friend asked Dylan as she pressed against him.

"Amber, no, gross! Seriously, back off my brother. We're leaving, you boys have fun getting wasted and hitting on girls too young for you. I've told you a dozen times there's no boyfriend, and there isn't," Maci said, and her eyes met mine again. This time they were stone cold, and all expression had left her face. "There's no man in my life, because not only do you all make it impossible, but every guy I've come across has proved to be nothing but an asshole."

There was no way to take that as anything other than a direct attack. I still had no idea what I'd done this time though.

"Amber, get off my brother, we're leaving." She finally succeeded at getting out of Dylan's grasp, and pulled on Amber's hand.

"Maci, should you be driving? Do you want me to call you a cab?" She didn't look intoxicated, but she looked pissed . . . and if I was being honest with myself, I wasn't ready for her to leave where I could keep an eye on her. But just as soon as she turned to look at me, eyes bigger than I'd ever seen, I realized exactly what I'd done.

"And since when do you give a shit about me, Connor Green?"

I could feel Dakota and Dylan's eyes on me, and had to force myself not to react to her question. Instead, I shrugged and sipped at the new beer that had been placed in front of me. "I'm a cop, Mini . . . it's ingrained in me to make sure everyone is okay to drive."

With a slow shake of her head, she stared me down for a few tense moments before walking backward, with Amber in tow. "I'm fine. The last thing I need is you looking after me. I already have four brothers, I don't need another."

I'd deserved that. I'd called her the name she hated the most coming from me, judging by her reaction yesterday in her office. But I couldn't think of anything else to do without her brothers thinking something was up. When had I ever stopped her from leaving when it turned out we were all at the same bar together? Never. But, fuck, having her call me her brother hurt. Not nearly as bad as the way those gray eyes went from challenging to hurt in a split second, though.

What was happening between us? Had I been missing these small signs from Maci for months . . . years, even? Or was I just imagining things because for the first time in my life, I couldn't get this frustrating girl out of my mind?

Dakota pounded on my back and I had to throw my arm out over the table when the beer in my hand sloshed over on me. "Scared me for a second there, bro. You've never offered to call a cab for Maci."

Think, Connor, think. "It's just usually when I see her coming back to her apartment with that girl, they're pretty trashed. Guess I was just automatically thinking ahead for the night."

"They're fine. Mini knows not to drive drunk, but, shit, Amber gets hotter every time I see her." Dylan said, and looked over his shoulder at the door. I didn't need to look with him, I'd watched out of the corner of my eye until Maci had left.

Dakota held out a fist over the table and Dylan smacked his own on it. "Hell yeah she does, and she's going to Mammoth with us this year. You're still coming, right, Connor?"

"Yeah, of course I am. When have I missed a winter with you guys up there?"

"Fifty says I get with Amber first," Dylan said, challenging his brother.

Dakota snorted and chugged his beer. "You're on."

Fifty says I don't last until Mammoth before I lose my fucking mind trying to stay away from their sister.

MY EYES FLASHED open and I automatically, and quietly, reached for my Springfield XDm on my nightstand. Slipping out of bed, I took slow and calculated steps, with my arms raised in front of me. More noises came from the front of my apartment, and I stopped just at the turning point in my hallway, trying to listen to figure out how many people were in my apartment. It sounded like one, and whoever it was wasn't trying to be quiet. Just before I rounded the corner, I heard it. That damn raspy voice I'd been dreaming of the last two nights.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry, lamp! Shh! Stay quiet," Maci whisper-yelled in the front of my apartment.

I dropped my arms and let out a huff as I rounded the corner and found her fumbling with a lamp on the table at the end of my couch. I scratched at my forehead and dropped my hand to cover my mouth when I started to laugh as I waited for her to get it stable again.

"Good boy, lamp. Now, stay!"

"Maci."

She whirled around so fast that her purse hit the lamp and knocked it off the table and onto the floor. "Fuck! I'm sorry! I told you to stay," she hissed down at the lamp, and fell half onto the couch, half onto the floor, bending over to see where it had fallen.

"Damn it," I mumbled, and ran over to put my gun on the bar countertop before going to Maci. "You okay there?" I asked as I pulled her fully onto the couch and brushed her wild hair back from her face.

"Connor! Hi," she was still whisper-yelling, and her face looked like she hadn't known I was there. God, she was so fucking wasted.

"Hey, Mace. Little bit drunk tonight?"

"What? No, I just wanted to-hi."

I couldn't help it. I cracked a smile and had to drop my head when I started laughing. "Hi, Maci. Baby, do you know what apartment you're in?"

"Where'd you come from?" she asked her massive purse as she took it off her shoulder, stared at it, and let it fall to the floor.

I just shook my head and repeated my question. "Maci, do you know what apartment you're in?"

She looked back over at me, and her eyes widened when she saw me. "Connor! Hi! I wanted to come home and then, here am I! I am? Sam I am!" she giggled as she kicked off her shoes and grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it up.

"Maci, stop! Stop, undressing." I grabbed her hands and kept them from going higher. "Maci. Do you know that you're in my apartment?"

Maci looked around confused for a second, and then nodded slowly before leaning all the way to the right to whisper to a pillow. "Did you bring me here?"

"Did you drive home?"

"Ooo, I love him. He's soft, and my face is in love with him."

"Oh, Jesus Christ. Maci, it's a pillow." I sat her up and gripped her chin with my hand. "Did. You. Drive. Home. Tell me now."

She started giggling until she was laughing loudly and leaning into my bare chest. "Of course not, Detective Green."

"Thank God. Who drove you home? Was it Amber?"

Maci sat up so fast I was afraid she was about to throw up, but she just looked around and pointed at random things in my apartment. "No, Amber . . . where'd Amber . . . oh, Amber's boyfriend came."

"He drove you home?"

"No, no. This guy I met at the bar we went to, he was so sweet! I think his name was John, or Josh . . . or . . . where'd my pillow go?"

I had to let go of her so my hands wouldn't hurt her as they clenched into fists. I wanted to yell at her for letting some random guy drive her home. I wanted to tell her about how many times I'd had calls where girl's bodies Maci's age and younger were found dumped on the side of the road. But she was so gone right now, it wouldn't even matter. Then something else occurred to me.

"Maci, Maci wake up!" I pulled her up from the pillow and made her look at me again. "Did he walk you upstairs? Did you tell him which apartment was yours?"

"No, no . . . he just dropped me off."

I let go of her and ran my hands over my face. Thank God Maci had some kind of sense when she was wasted. But I sure as shit wasn't letting her go back to her apartment tonight. I still didn't trust the guy who brought her home, or what she might have told him.

"I love you."

My hands froze and I dropped them slowly as I turned to look at her, but she was cuddling the damn pillow again-oh dear God she just kissed it.

"All right, I think you've had enough time with this pillow. Come on, let's get you to bed." I pulled her up and she struggled against me as I tried to take the pillow away from her.

"No, he's so soft! My face loves him!"

"I know, you've professed your love for my pillow a few times now, but I'm gonna get you taken care of and in bed now. Okay?"

"No"-she whined-"pillow!"