Love Her Right by Christina Ow Page B

out of all her brothers, but she fought the urge to kill him just as much.
    With a serene smile she answered, “I’ll be right out.”
    Quickly she ran to her room and left Mac’s gift on her bed instead of leaving it with the rest on the dining room table. That one was special. When she got downstairs and out to her driveway, it was clear Jase had lost Mac to Jake and from the looks of things, it was a college versus high school three-a-side game. The girls were standing on either sides of the half court in small groups, whispering behind their hands and giggling.
    God help anyone who giggled in Mac’s direction because Jolie wasn’t above ripping hair out and breaking noses.
    “Hey girls, come do what you do best. Wave your pompoms around and cheer,” Jase announced cockily and of course some girls rushed to do his bidding. He stared pointedly at her and she just raised her eyebrow. “You’ll be breaking the twin code if you cheer for the other team.”
    With a snarky smile, Jolie turned away from him and joined the other teams cheer group. She loved her twin even when he was annoying, but she hated it when he treated all her friends like ditzy bimbos. Even though, some were.
    High pitched squeals, bouncing and pointing had her turn around and just in time to see Jake’s team pull off their shirts.
    Holy jelly beans!
    James and Jake were fit and attractive and she knew why the girls were going gaga, but her attention was trailed on the dark chest standing between them. Her first instinct was to rush over and offer to hold his shirt for him, but Merry, the head cheerleader, beat her to it. Jolie wanted to rip her fake blonde hair right out of her head, and she would have if Mac hadn’t flashed her his bone melting smile and shook his head no.
    He walked up to Jolie, placed his shirt in her hand, kissed her cheek and said, “Take care of that for me wifey.”
    In that moment, she could hear the angels sing in the clouds with trumpets and harps! He called me his wifey!
    “Of course, honey,” she responded casually, forcing herself not to jump around squealing and giggling like an immature sixteen year old.
    Of course her two big brothers had to ruin it for her by dumping their shirts over her head, but she wasn’t going to let it kill her moment. She passed them off to their girlfriends and kept Mac’s tightly—but covertly—held to her chest. She was glad no one asked her about the game because all she was concentrating on was how his coffee skin glittered with perspiration. Sweat flowed like little streams down his broad chest to the channels between his six pack abs to be soaked in by the peeking black Calvin Klein boxers around his waist as his dark blue jeans sat right on the curve of his amazing ass.
    She loved watching how his biceps flexed as he dribbled and passed the ball. And the way his back muscles grew taunt when he dunked...it was orgasmic! Well, from what other girls described as an orgasm. She wouldn’t know. She was saving herself for Mac. She’d never even had a boyfriend, to her father’s known relief. All he’d seemed to be interested in with her was that she didn’t get pregnant while she was under his roof.
    It hurt sometimes to not be the center of his attention considering she was his only daughter. She was supposed to be Daddy’s little girl and his reason to buy a shot gun, but as much as she’d try to remember, she couldn’t drag up one memory of him ever being very interested in her. Unless her mother dragged him to a recital, or a cheer competition, he wouldn’t show. Well his absence was understandable, with three sons who were all jocks and had their games the same day as she did her school events. Her mom had turned those days into girls’ only events.
    She pulled herself out of that depressing thought and watched the slaughter because it definitely wasn’t a game. Jase’s team barely made any baskets and the game ended eleven—three. Mac’s team won and she