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  Little Sister Next Door

  Riley Rollins

  Copyright © 2017 by Riley Rollins

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.

  Little Sister Next Door is a full-length novel. You can expect it to end around 50% on your Kindle.

  After Little Sister Next Door I’ve included a bonus book, The Baby Contract. It’s my way of saying “thank you for reading!”

  Enjoy!

  -Riley

  Contents

  Riley’s Dirty List

  Little Sister Next Door

  1. Maggie

  2. Joe

  3. Joe

  4. Maggie

  5. Joe

  6. Maggie

  7. Joe

  8. Maggie

  9. Joe

  10. Maggie

  11. Joe

  12. Maggie

  13. Joe

  14. Maggie

  15. Joe

  16. Maggie

  17. Joe

  18. Maggie

  19. Joe

  20. Maggie

  21. Joe

  22. Maggie

  23. Joe

  24. Maggie

  25. Joe

  26. Maggie

  27. Joe

  28. Maggie

  29. Joe

  30. Maggie

  31. Joe

  32. Maggie

  33. Maggie

  34. Joe

  35. Maggie

  36. Joe

  37. Maggie

  38. Joe

  39. Maggie

  40. Joe

  41. Maggie

  42. Joe

  43. Joe

  44. Maggie

  45. Joe

  46. Maggie

  47. Joe

  48. Maggie

  The Baby Contract

  1. Jack

  2. Libby

  3. Jack

  4. Libby

  5. Jack

  6. Libby

  7. Jack

  8. Libby

  9. Jack

  10. Libby

  11. Jack

  12. Libby

  13. Jack

  14. Libby

  15. Jack

  16. Libby

  17. Jack

  18. Libby

  19. Jack

  20. Libby

  21. Jack

  22. Libby

  23. Jack

  24. Libby

  25. Jack

  26. Libby

  27. Jack

  28. Libby

  29. Jack

  30. Libby

  31. Jack

  32. Libby

  33. Jack

  34. Libby

  35. Jack

  36. Libby

  37. Jack

  38. Libby

  39. Jack

  40. Libby

  41. Jack

  42. Libby

  43. Jack

  44. Libby

  45. Jack

  46. Libby

  47. Jack

  48. Libby

  49. Epilogue, Pt. 1 - Jack

  50. Epilogue, Pt. 2 - Liberty

  Thank You

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  Little Sister Next Door

  Me, break my promise to marry my best friend’s little sister?

  Come on. I was a kid, and hell, so was Maggie.

  Promises like that are made to be broken.

  But now I’m back in town, and I’m hooked on that hot f*cking blonde in boots.

  After all these years... Could it really be her?

  Trouble starts when I find out she is my Maggie. My best friend’s little sister is all grown up, and she’s off limits. Way off limits…

  I’m Decker, the biggest news name in the south.

  Maggie’s a young college grad, hell-bent on saving the world.

  A match made in heaven…? Only till we collide.

  She’s adventurous and demanding, a passionate whirlwind. Loving her means I could lose an empire. Loving me means she could lose the only family she’s got left.

  Storm season’s here and the temperature’s rising. We can’t happen… Except we already have. The girl next door is becoming my everything.

  So f*ck the consequences.

  For Maggie, I’m charging in...

  ...to the eye of the storm.

  1

  Maggie

  May forecast: Unseasonably hot, humid. Highs nearing 100.

  Shit… not again…

  The thuk, thuk, thuk of ragged rubber on asphalt had me easing off the gas and gripping the wheel for all I was worth. Only a hundred damned miles outside of Texas and this was my second flat in the last six hours. I let the jeep slow on its own and pulled off onto the shoulder. Hell, I was getting good at this.

  I shut off the engine and took my last long swallow of tepid water. Leaning back in the seat, I allowed myself a few quiet moments to watch the thunderhead growing on the horizon. It was hot. Fucking hot for spring, and I’d already stripped as far as I dared. Tiny pink tee and shorts. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck and I sighed impatiently. I wasn’t up for this.

  I threw on my beat-up old Stetson and climbed out to survey the damage. Not good. The tire was the newest one on the vehicle, and the tread trailed in shreds. I used the elastic band on my wrist to bundle up way too much hair, and crammed my hat down to hold it in place. I dug out the lug wrench, again, and went to work.

  But not before I gave the tire the ass-kicking it deserved with the pointed toe of my boot.

  “Well, hey there, honey. You look like you could use a cold drink.”

  The waitress was thick around the middle, a nametag perched over her generous bosom, and wiping down the lunch counter with a cloth. The little bell tinkled above me as I paused in the doorway, and the first cold wave of blessed air conditioning washed over me.

  “You sit right on down here,” the little woman waved her hand. “My name’s Doris, and you just take your time with the menu.” She eyeballed me hard. “How long you been drivin’, honey? You look done in.” She wiped her hands on her pink and white apron.

  I picked up the glass of ice water she put in front of me and downed it in two swallows. She refilled it, and I resisted the urge to pour it over my head. Just barely.

  “Two days, more or less,” I answered, holding the red plastic glass to the side of my neck. “Should’ve made it in one.” I shook my head and she smiled, wrinkles lining her face.

  “Well, the road usually has its own timing,” she said, nodding. “Where you headed?”

  “Home,” I blurted. “Well… Texas anyway. I’m not sure if it is still home. Or if it ever really was.” Doris cocked an eyebrow, waiting. “My brother Dean still lives there,” I offered. “I guess that’s close enough.”

  I ordered the club salad special and watched as Doris handed the order slip back to the cook. He stared at me a little too long as he took it, just like the old man who’d patched my first flat back in Kansas. But I was used to it. All through college it had been the same. Guys with eyes
. And little else. I wasn’t much interested, then or now. I hadn’t gone to Kansas U to have a good time. I’d gone there to get my degree. And I had.

  The Decker family matriarch had reluctantly condescended to pay my tuition… and my brother’s as well. So long as we kept our noses clean and our grade point averages up. I’d figured it was probably the only chance I’d ever get, so I’d worked my butt off. I might have left Texas a scared kid, but I was coming home a magna cum laude graduate with a degree in social work. I was coming home to help people who’d grown up just like me, helpless as their lives fell in around them. Only now I was a grown woman, strong and capable. And no one was ever going to see me as helpless again. Especially Joe…

  “There you go…?” Doris put the heaping plate of salad in front of me, an expectant look on her face.

  “Maggie,” I supplied.

  “There you go, Maggie.” She smiled and tipped her head over her shoulder. “Looks like Jimmy’s got a sweet spot for you. He never gives anybody extra bacon bits.” I sighed and dug in, wishing I’d had the sense to pull a shirt on over my tank top.

  “You plannin’ to push on through tonight?” Doris asked kindly. “I gotta work the overnight tonight, and you look like you could use a shower and a little shut-eye. Tell you what. I got a little motel just a quarter mile down the road. Only three units and one is mine. But the others are empty right now. Won’t hurt me any if you take one for the night.”

  She reached in her pocket and selected a key from the tangle of others. She pushed it across the counter. “I have a daughter who looks a lot like you. Haven’t seen her in ten… no, twelve years now.” She patted my hand and I smiled into her warm, tired eyes. “Just drop the key back in the morning, honey. I know all about goin’ home again. It’s bittersweet, for certain. Sometimes a touch heavy on the bitter…”

  I reached for my bag, searching for my wallet. “I can’t thank you enough,” I said, relaxing for the first time since I’d loaded up the car and left the last four years of my life behind me. “But I’m happy to pay…”

  “Not a chance, honey.” Doris pushed a lank curl back under her hairnet. “This’s my treat. You just think of this as home sayin’ it’s happy you’re back.” She slid the glass door open and reached into the pie case, pulling out a slice of banana cream. “On the house,” she said, smiling. “You sure do favor my Alice. She was beautiful, too…”

  “Why’s she been away from home for so long?” I pushed the remains of the salad aside and took a cold, creamy bite of pie. Pure heaven.

  “She ran off with some no-good. I told her as much… and never heard from her again.” It was my turn to pat Doris’s hand. I could see her tears starting to build.

  “What about you, Maggie?” She wiped at her eyes brusquely. “You got a man waiting for you at home? Forgive me for sayin’, but you’ve got the look of a woman who’s been apart from her man too long.” She smiled shyly. ‘You know… sorta’ impatient?”

  I smiled back and let out my breath. “Joe,” I said, more to myself than to her. It had been so long since I’d said his name out loud. It felt foreign on my tongue. Sweet.

  No… bittersweet, just like Doris had said. I wasn’t coming home to Texas. I was coming home to Joe. And I had no idea what that meant. I couldn’t even be sure he remembered me… Last I saw him was four years ago, just before I left for my freshman year. But he hadn’t seen me. He’d been too busy with the hot little redhead on his arm.

  And the last time he’d seen me, I’d been only seven years old. A scared little kid with knobby knees and unbrushed hair. Dad was still alive then, but too deep into the bottle and his flashbacks to care. Dean had been fifteen, and more interested in his own friends than a needy little sister.

  Joe had been my whole world back then. And ever since, I’d never been able to completely shake that feeling. He’d watched out for me, the way my dad never had. Joe had wiped my nose and bandaged my scraped elbows. He’d read me stories and told me jokes until I’d rolled with laughter. He’d been the one bright spot in a lonely childhood, and I’d grown up loving him. How the hell could I not?

  Will you marry me someday, when I get big? You’ll keep me safe, won’t you, Joe? Promise me…?

  I still cringed whenever I remembered begging him to promise me… and seeing the pity in his eyes. But that was a damned long time ago. So long, he might not remember. Or recognize the woman I was now.

  I looked back into Doris’s careworn face. She was searching mine gently. “Is Joe your boyfriend, honey? Is he a good man?”

  “He is a good man,” I answered softly. “The only man I ever looked up to in my whole life… The best man I ever knew…”

  “You two gonna get married?”

  “We’re kind of engaged,” I said with a wistful smile, thinking back. I shook my head slowly. “But I don’t think so… We’re from two different worlds.

  And by now, he’s forgotten all about me…”

  2

  Joe

  Imperious. That’s the word for it.

  Bess was the grande dame of the Decker empire and all that was left, except for my brother Ryan and me. She’d outlived her three children, including our father. And by the tone of her voice, she wasn’t going to be kept waiting any longer…

  “Joseph!” Her voice cut through the warm air. “Tea, now. And don’t go running off. I want a word.”

  I took the tea tray from Maria and headed out to the patio. The housekeeper shot me a look of gratitude and turned for the kitchen. It was her job, not mine, but I could hardly blame her.

  “Grandmother,” I said cheerfully, setting the tray down in front of her. “You’re looking well this morning. Picture of health.”

  “Hhmmph,” she replied testily, as she poured and handed me a steaming cup. “Damnably hot for spring,” she muttered, her voice surprisingly strong coming from such a tiny old woman. White-haired and wrinkled, her eyes were as bright and clear as they’d been in her youth. They were Decker blue, brilliant and flecked with violet. She was still a startlingly attractive woman, even in her eighties.

  “You’re heading in later than usual.” It wasn’t a question.

  “I am,” I replied. “The managing editor took the morning meetings. I had some details to tie up late last night on the Fairfax shootings.”

  She shifted and blew into her cup. “Well, just don’t make a habit of it. I didn’t make you executive editor just for show, just because you were the eldest… the next in line after my poor Davis.” Her eyes always misted over when she thought of my dad. He’d died only two short years ago. The wounds were still fresh.

  I patted her hand comfortingly as she sat up straighter. “I’ll make him proud, Grandma Bess. You, too. TexStar has already added a dozen new dailies and another channel. We’re bigger and better than ever.” I stood, and put down my china cup. “And I need to get moving… now, what with the weight of the family empire on my shoulders…”

  She chuckled, pleased. “We’ll see,” she said. “It’s not as if you’re the only Decker heir. There’s always your brother…,” she threatened.

  She knew goddamn well I’d keep my promise. I’d always kept my promises, even though taking control of TexStar Newsmedia had pretty much been the end of my career as a photojournalist. I’d given up the camera for a big corner office and the backbreaking burden of leadership. And I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something was missing… Maybe a sense of purpose… maybe the passion I’d felt when I was looking through the camera lens. But I was damned good. Even better than my father. And Bess knew it.

  I dropped a kiss on her dry forehead and turned to leave.

  “Joseph?”

  I turned back to see her twisting her hands. Hesitation wasn’t like her. I stood, intrigued… waiting…

  “Be at the… bus station at two.” She looked like the words tasted sour on her lips. “One of those charity children is coming back for a brief stay in the cottage. I’ve given her my per
mission.”

  “One of…” Maggie. Oh, my God… Maggie… For a moment, I forgot my grandmother’s disdainful tone. I forgot everything around me. I could still see Maggie’s pale coppery-blonde curls and the tears in her big brown eyes. That poor little kid, with her dirty toes and her broken heart...

  “Maggie’s back?” Little Mags…

  “Was that her name…? It’s the girl, I know that much.” Bess patted her skirts. “I received a message that her car didn’t make the entire trip back from Kansas. She was picked up by one of those… passenger buses, and will be arriving this…”