She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance, Kaci Rose [latest books to read .TXT] 📗

"No, Dallas brought it all up from my car yesterday, and I unpacked most of it last night. Landon?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"I think I want to stay here a bit, not just pass through," I tell him, not sure if he will like his little sister here, cramping his style.

"I'd like that. I always hope you’ll stay, when you visit, but I never want to pressure you."

Just like that, the decision is made.

I nod. "Done then. How was your trip?"

"Good, let me go get a shower and unpack, and we can talk, while I make dinner." He says.

The best thing about my brother is that he loves to cook just as much as I do. It relaxes him, and if you try to stop him from cooking, he gets upset. So, while normally I would tell him to go sit down, because he just got in, I'll cook. He wouldn't like that. So, I learned to stop fighting him over the years.

I turn to my computer and save what I've been working on and check my email to make sure everything can wait until tomorrow.

I'm closing my laptop, when my brother comes into the kitchen in his sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair is slightly a mess and still damp from the shower. He and Dallas are about the same height, but Dallas works out more, so he has a bit more bulk to him than my brother.

Doesn't matter though, they both get girls throwing themselves at them. While Dallas has taken advantage of that fame, my brother hasn't really. He doesn't do flings, which seems to make him only more wanted by his female fans.

I walk into the kitchen, and before we even start talking, Landon wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me, setting me on the counter between the stove and the fridge. This has become our thing. I sit on the counter, while he cooks, and we talk. He doesn't want me helping, but he wants this time to catch up and just bond, his words not mine. It’s also the perfect spot to sneak food and taste test, as he cooks.

"So, anyone special in your life?" I joke. This is always the first question I ask, when we have our cooking time like this.

He laughs. "We’re getting ready to go on tour, so it wouldn't be fair to her, apparently." His square jaw ticks, as he grits his teeth.

Her. Oh, shit. My brother has his eye on someone. I can't remember the last time he was serious about a girl. Wait, yes, I can. It was that Shelia girl, who used him for her fifteen minutes of fame. I got my nice little revenge on her, spreading some rumors about her being pregnant and trying to stick my brother with the baby. I laughed, Landon got mad, we fought and didn't talk for a week, and then we got over it. Dallas thought it was funny, at least. No one has really heard from her since.

"Who is she?" I press.

"I don't want to ruin it, but yes, there is someone. I’ve asked her out. She said no, because of the tour. I think she has a problem with me being a rock star. So, I’m going to wait, until after the tour and try again." He sighs.

They’re getting ready to go on tour again soon, and I'm looking forward to having the house to myself and some space to clear my head, even if the tour is just a small one up the east coast.

"What if she’s dating someone else by then?" I push.

"Then, it wasn't meant to be. Now, tell me what happened with Branden."

I go over everything I told Dallas last night. When Landon starts laughing, I throw one of the nuts from the trail mix I was snacking on at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

"I think you dodged a bullet. I don't know of any sane guy who proposes after three months of a causal relationship." He says.

"Exactly! I mean, the sex wasn't even that good, he was just there." I joke at the same time Dallas walks into the kitchen and sits on a barstool at the island.

"Some conversation you have going on here." He says, but he's used to our weird talks. Nothing is off limits with my brother and me. We’re the only family we have left, so we each play mom and dad to each other, and we decided long ago no secrets and nothing out of bounds. Nothing can drive us apart.

This is why my brother is my best friend, and why this place always feels like home.

"What? Sex is a topic you’re very familiar with." I joke around, but something flashes over Dallas's face, but it's gone just as fast. I think I must have imagined it.

"So, what’s for dinner?" Dallas changes the subject.

"Chicken Parmesan. Austin's favorite to welcome her home. She has decided to stay here, instead of moving on, and I couldn't be happier." Landon says, his face beaming.

"I agree, the house is just better, when you're here. And Landon cooks better food for you." Dallas jokes, as he gets up to set the table. My legs are in front of the silverware drawer, so he makes this big dramatic show of lifting my legs onto his shoulder, so they are out of his way to get in the drawer.

I have to brace myself, so I don't fall, because I can't stop laughing. Once he has what he needs, he puts my legs back down and pinches my hip.

"Besides, I like you in the kitchen here with Landon. It makes this place feel like home." He says and moves to the small table in the kitchen that seats four. We eat here, when it's just us.

"I agree," my brother says, unaware of the slight touch Dallas gave me on my hip. That is new. He normally just jokes, like picking my