“Whatever will I do with myself in the mean time.”

“Masturbate while you think about me. It helps,” I said with a wink.

“Oh my God, why do I even like you?” She pushed away from my chest, but only made it two steps back before I had my arms around her again.

“Because you can’t resist my charm.”

“Is that what you call this obnoxious, persistent Neanderthal routine?”

“It worked on you.”

Ari shook her head and shoved me toward the door. “Go see your cousin. We’ll discuss your charm later.”

I arrived at the Newark airport at exactly eleven o’clock. Sydney’s plane was late, and I had to idle while she picked up her three enormous bags from baggage claim. She suckered some poor guy into carting everything out to my truck. He practically salivated when she smiled at him. I knew chicks had reacted to me like this, but seeing a dude act this way was f**king pathetic. Grow some balls.

After hauling all three bags into the bed of my truck, the guy nervously asked for her number.

“Oh, sorry. I’m here with my boyfriend,” Sydney said with a smile, pointing at my truck.

That was her go-to excuse. Sydney had had as many boyfriends as I’d had girlfriends. Well, I guessed I had one more than her now.

She hopped into my truck in the shortest f**king skirt I’d ever seen, not giving two shits if anyone could see what was underneath. Her chest was on full display in some tiny top, and she was in f**king cowboy boots. My born-and-bred Jersey cousin in motherfucking cowboy boots.

“Hey, cuz,” she said.

“Are you shopping in the kids’ section again, Syd?”

“Yeah, do you like it?” She uncrossed and crossed her legs.

“You look like a tramp.”

Sydney rolled her brown eyes to the ceiling. “Don’t start this shit with me again,” she said dismissively. “If one of your slutbag groupies wore this outfit, you’d f**king cream your panties.”

“You are not one of my slutbag groupies though. You’re my cousin—my younger, not-even-legal-to-drink, don’t-want-to-know-what-you’re-fucking cousin.” I shook my head. “I can’t take you to the Poconos wearing that. You’ll give every guy within a mile radius a hard-on.”

“Ever think that might be the point?”

“Oh, I f**king know that’s the point.”

“Then, shut the f**k up,” she said, jabbing me in the ribs.

“Will you just try to behave this weekend?”

I knew it was a lost cause to even ask, but I had to do it. She was still my baby cousin.

“Oh, Grant, I’ll try. I’ll try really, really hard, but sometimes, guys come on to me, and I just want to blow them. What’s a girl to do?” She batted her eyelashes at me.

There was no reasoning with her. We were two peas in a pod. We always had been while growing up. That meant I needed to let her know about Ari before she heard it from someone else. Sydney needed to get the jokes out on me. I didn’t want them getting back to Ari. Even though I was close with Sydney, I wasn’t sure how to tell her that I had a girlfriend. It had never happened before.

“Syd, before we get there, I need to talk to you about something.”

Her ears perked up. “Has Vin been asking about me?”

“What? Well, yeah, he has, but this isn’t about him.” I blew out a quick breath and just went for it. “I have a girlfriend.”

Sydney burst out laughing. She kicked her feet up onto the dash and leaned back. “Funny. That’ll be the day.”

“No, Syd, I’m serious.” I ventured forward. “Her name is Aribel, and she’s going to be at the resort this weekend.”

“A girlfriend?” she said the word as if it were new to her vocabulary. “But…you don’t do girlfriends.”

“Nah, I don’t, but she’s different.”

“Who the f**k are you? Are you sure that you’re my cousin?” she asked. “Where did we grow up? What street did you find me on when I fell off my bike in the sixth grade? How many doughnuts did we eat that one time before we both thought we were going to throw up?”

“Point Pleasant. Carter. Lucky number thirteen,” I fired back. “Still me.”

“Okay. So…what’s she like?” Sydney sat up and then tucked her feet underneath her like she used to do as a kid.

So, I told her about Ari. Sydney was most amazed that Ari wasn’t some dumb slut—as Sydney put it. I didn’t tell her that Ari was a virgin because Sydney probably would have just laughed at me and told me that I was only still with Ari because she hadn’t given it up. I wanted to f**k Ari more than I’d wanted to f**k anyone in my life, but that wasn’t why I was interested in her.

“Does she know about…” Sydney trailed off.

“No,” I said gruffly.

“Well, are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know.” I clenched the steering wheel tightly in my hands until my knuckles turned white.

“Maybe you should.”

“That’s my business, Sydney.”

“I know. I just thought since this is the first time you’ve had a girlfriend—”

“Drop it,” I growled.

“Okay,” she whispered. She fluffed her brown hair and changed the topic. “You know I get the final stamp of approval, right?”

“Since when?” I asked, relaxing after that last part of the conversation.

“Ever. I’m your cousin,” she said as if that settled it all. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

I had the strong sense that this was going to be a disaster.

Chapter 28: Aribel

The girls and I arrived at the ski resort about an hour behind Grant and Sydney. He’d texted me to let me know that they’d already gotten their ski rentals and to meet him on the slopes. I’d gone skiing with my parents two or three times a year since I was little, but this was the first time I was going with friends.

After we dropped our stuff off in our rooms, the girls and I went to get our rental equipment. I had my own skis at home, but there hadn’t been enough time to get them shipped to me. My parents hadn’t been thrilled that I wasn’t coming straight home for the holidays, but I’d insisted that this was something I wanted to do. Even though they were strict, they had trouble denying me anything.