Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She sucks in a breath, avoiding my glance but not before I catch vulnerability brimming in them.

“Do you want me to show you my favorite place here?” Abigail asks her.

“Can I go? Pretty please.”

I nod, emotions making it hard to express myself.

When I get myself under control, I tail after them. It’s not that I don’t trust Abigail, I just don’t want to miss a second of them bonding. Abigail holds her hand and asks Jasmine why she likes fairy tales. They giggle when my sister says the prince.

I smile even brighter when Abigail adds, “Everyone needs their special someone.”

They sit down on the grass, and Abigail picks some flowers, making a crown out of them. My sister watches enthralled. When Abigail puts it on her head, Jasmine jumps into her arms, and Abigail catches her.

“Thank you. Did your mommy teach you that?”

Her genuine smile vanishes, and it’s replaced by a forced one.

“No, I taught myself.”

“Can you teach me too?”

For the next half an hour, she patiently shows my sister how to make one. Sun rays shine on them, making the image in front of me appear ethereal. Abigail plucks a dandelion and blows on it. Jasmine tries to catch the fuzzy petals running around. It’s impossible to ignore my heart’s love for Abigail.

Jasmine must have consumed a lot of energy because she falls asleep, and Abigail takes her in her arms, kissing the top of her head.

“She’s incredible.”

I take Jasmine from her.

“You never said…”

“Would it have changed anything?”

“That you hid that you have a kid actually makes me feel like an even bigger fool. What do you think I would have done?”

“I’m taking her back to her mom. They’re staying at my place.”

Her cheeks heat, and jealousy burns in her eyes.

“Enjoy it.”

“I surely will.”

She storms away, and when I drive back home, I can’t shake the stupid grin on my face. If I know her the way I think I do, she’s going to pay us a visit.

I can’t wait to see Abigail’s face when she finds out. It serves her right for jumping to conclusions.

Jasmine is still fast asleep when I carry her into the house. I find my parents at the kitchen island, preparing lunch. I love it when they do this. It’s not often, but when they both have free time, they always cook together. “The courses must have really bored her.”

I chuckle and say, “No, she played with Abigail.”

“Is she coming over?”

“I’m counting on it.”

“Dane, I don’t like the gleam in your eyes,” my mom says.

I carry my sister into the guest room and place her in the middle of the bed. Propping my hip against the windowsill, I wait.