We ’ ll be seeing a lot of you, then? ”
“ Hopefully once they get settled, no.
The more you see of me, the more that means there ’ s trouble, and I don ’ t want any trouble. ” Kayla ’ s eyes flash to mine and I feel my dick twitch. I could
certainly give her some trouble. I could give her a lot of fucking trouble. I
shake my head and hear Tracey chuckle as she excuses herself. Twenty seconds of
silence later, Logan bounds loudly down the stairs, followed by Matty.
“ Let ’ s get this fucking show on the road, ” Logan bellows. “ There ’ s all sorts of new pussy waiting to be
discovered. ”
“ Logan, ” Kayla sighs.
“ I know, I know. ” He grins. “ I won ’ t make you a grandma before you ’ re thirty. I always wrap it up. Double
on Sundays. ”
“ Are you ready to go? ” she asks, ignoring his comment. The way the two of them
interact fascinates me. It reminds me of the way the way I deal with a lot of
the kids, particularly Brayden. You can ’ t change them, so you don ’ t even try. You meet them on their
level.
I
know eyebrows rose when I joined my brother at Wyatt House. A lot of people
thought I wouldn ’ t be a good role model for the types
of boys who find their way here, but I ’ m exactly what they need to see. I ’ m a fuckup, pure and simple. I caused
trouble, I made mistakes, and I did my time. I ’ m still doing time, even if I ’ m not behind bars anymore. People look
at me, and they see my past.
There ’ s a loud ruckus, and both Kayla and I
look up to see a slew of teenage boys pushing and shoving their way down the
stairs. They stop dead in their tracks when they see the beautiful woman
standing in the foyer. Did I mention the red fuck-me heels?
“ Whoa, ” Brayden says loudly.
“ Come on, guys, we need to go. ” Kayla puts her hand on Matty ’ s shoulder to usher him through the
door. “ Mr. Wyatt, I ’ ll need a full list of everyone
employed by Wyatt House on a temporary, permanent, or contractual basis. I
would also like to meet your brother and anyone else who will be spending a
significant amount of time here. ”
“ I ’ ll email the list over this afternoon. ” I say, smirking. I can tell she ’ s irritated. It turns me on, but I ’ m also acutely aware that there are
teenage boys practically drooling behind me.
Kayla
shoots me one more glare before turning around and walking out the door. I
watch as Logan holds his hand up to the small of her back. I can see that he ’ s not really touching her. In fact, he ’ s several inches away from her so as
not to rouse her suspicions, but I ’ m pretty sure he wants it to look more intimate than it is.
He turns around and grins at the boys, whose mouths are all agape. When his
eyes meet mine, I frown. His ears turn bright red.
“ Shit! Who the hell is that? ” Brayden gapes as the door shuts.
“ That was Ms. Brooks, Logan and Matty ’ s worker, ” I explain. “ Watch your language. ”
“ Aw, man. How ’ d they get so fucking lucky? Why can ’ t I get a worker with an ass like
that? ”
I
swat Brayden on the back of the head. “ I
said, watch your mouth, ” I growl, more irritated that he was
looking at her ass than by what he said. It ’ s not like he could see through her
coat, but I don ’ t
even want him looking.
“ Ouch! What ’ d ya do that for? ” he laughs. “ You know, if they find out you ’ re beating us …”
“ I ’ ll show you beating. ” I pretend to lunge at him, and he jumps back, laughing. I
throw my arm around his shoulders. I love Brayden. He ’ s eighteen and has been living at
Wyatt House for almost seven years. He could leave anytime now that he ’ s legally an adult, but he promised me he ’ d wait until after he graduated.
I
was twenty-three when I met him and not even a year out of prison. I was trying
to salvage what was left of my life. My dad asked me to take him under my wing,
as if that was a safe place to be at the time. But