Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,2

Now, years later, he and she only saw one another when he flew in occasionally. If they fucked, it was no biggie. They were more friends than anything else. He definitely didn’t look at her like a stepsister, most assuredly not a future mother to his child. Fuck.

“How long have you been sick?” Her wan face, and thin appearance was concerning.

Angela shrugged out of his hold, turning her back to him. “You’re going to hate me,” she whined.

“For the love of all. Why would I hate you? You and I both know we were never a thing, Angela. I’d never hate you for anything you did. Just spit it out and get it over with. You know I care for you,” he said gently. Hell, she was his stepsister. What the hell was she thinking? It wasn’t like he’d ever given her the impression they were more. He could literally count on one hand the number of times they’d hooked up in the last two years and still have a finger or two.

Angela lifted her tear-streaked face, lower lip trembling. He’d known her for over five years and knew every little trick she played. They were almost brother and sister, yet there was no blood relation between them. Angela’s mother had been his stepdad Gary’s second wife. He’d divorced her mom when Angela was five, and although they’d only been married for six years, Angela said Gary had been a good father, until he moved in with them when she was ten. After that, his visits had become few and far between, although he’d made up for it with money. He never said what he thought good old Gary’s reasoning for up and divorcing Angela’s mother was, the timing was too close to his own father’s death and him marrying his mother. Oh, he didn’t think his mom and Gary had anything going on prior to his dad’s death, but he did think the prick had seen an opportunity and took it, leaving his other family to move up in the world. Even though the man appeared to love Angela, he’d left her and her mom for another family.

The first time he’d seen Angel standing next to Gary, her dark eyes had been dancing with knowledge that he’d found hard to ignore. Luckily for him, he’d been in the pool, so his sudden boner was hidden by the water. His stepdad had been a condescending fucker who’d expected him to toe the line, but Scott had never played by his rules. That summer, he’d just graduated from high school and had scholarships to some of the best universities in the country. He had a folder piled with letters of acceptances from colleges waiting for him to choose one. He hadn’t accepted any of them, deciding to enlist in the Army. Which was the complete opposite of what was expected of him. At the time he hadn’t been a hundred percent sure what he was going to do, until he’d looked at Gary in his suit and tie standing on the side of the pool with his arm around Angela, glaring down at him. He’d known right then and there was no way he wanted to be like that fucker and go into business. That had been his dad’s life and maybe if he’d still been alive, he’d have a different outlook, but Gary wasn’t a man he wanted to be like.

He could still remember the fear that had assaulted him before he broke the news to his mother and wondered if that same emotion was eaten at Angela. She’d walked into his apartment with her shoulders hunched, not how he was used to her carrying herself. Yet, just as he’d waited until the end of summer when he’d finished packing his bag to go, he had pulled his big boy pants on, Angela was going to need to do the same damn thing. Because if there was one thing he’d learned, shit didn’t disappear because you put it off. And there was no doubt in his mind that the baby she carried was not his, not even a slim chance in hell.

Of course, that summer all those years ago was different, because he’d looked up from the lap he’d been doing, spellbound by the gorgeous girl standing next to Gary, and he’d known he would have her. If he’d been standing next to them, they’d have seen the way his dick had leapt to life in his swimming trunks. His