Jerking open the door, she came face to face with a very pretty and petite brunette, whose facial expression dropped into a frown the moment she laid eyes on someone who was clearly not who she'd expected. Poor girl, Sarah thought. She'd seen this a hundred times—a girl gets a taste of the Biggerman special and then she wants more, not realizing that the diner's closed to her forever. Normally she'd let the girl down easy, but this chick was turning on some crazy, mean eyes at her and the knocking had cruelly and rudely ripped her from sleep.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked, her husky voice extra gravelly due to a lack of sleep.
Alisha gawped at the stunning woman in the doorway, noting the mussed hair, raspy voice and long, bare legs poking out Beneath the FDNY t-shirt (the same shirt she had once worn when she spent the night) "Who are you?" Alisha snapped back, her eyes narrowing as her heart begged her head to be wrong about this scene in front of her.
Sarah laughed and combed her hair back out of her face. "Honey, I'm the one that spent last night here—not you. I get to ask the questions when you come knocking on the door first thing in the morning disturbing the peace."
The woman confirmed Alisha's worst fears and the sudden urge to vomit was overwhelming. One fight. That was all it took for him to throw everything away. One fucking fight.
"If you're looking for Big, he's in the shower," Sarah told her, a wicked smile flirting over her lips. "I can tell him you stopped by, though we don't talk much. You know?" (She wasn't technically lying—she and her brother didn't talk much last night.)
Tears prickled behind her eyes, but she willed them back. She would not cry in front of this…this harlot. "Here," she bit out, tossing the bag of bagels at the woman. "You can give him those and tell him he can go to hell."
Sarah caught the bag before it hit her in the face and smirked. "Thanks. I'm sure we'll both enjoy these after we work up an appetite." (EW! This was wrong on so many levels.)
Alisha bit down hard on the inside of her lip and shook her head. "Well, by all means, don't let me keep you. Take the coffee, too," she insisted, pushing the cups into her hands. "I hope you both choke on it." She spun on her heel and fled down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.
Sarah sighed and shut the door. The dirty work she did for her big bro. This wasn't the first time she'd run this scam on a girl her brother wanted nothing more to do with. It had been his idea in the first place and it was just as fucked up now as it was then. Though the minute she opened the bag and inhaled the delicious smell of raisin bagels, her guilt evaporated. Hell, she knew Jake would probably throw her a damn party when he found out what she'd done. (And scored free breakfast!)
Big dressed quickly after his shower, thankful that the hot spray had alleviated the worst of his hangover. (fucking whiskey) He grabbed his cell phone off the night stand and read her text again.
It's not just sex to me, Jake.
I'm sorry.
Please call me.
His thumb hovered over the call button on his phone, but he put it in his pocket instead. He decided that working this out face to face would be better.
Walking out of his bedroom, he found his sister (he'd almost forgotten about her) at the kitchen table smearing cream cheese on a bagel. "Where'd the food come from?" he asked.
"Morning, brother," Sarah smirked, pushing a cup of coffee across the table towards him. "You are going to buy me a present after you hear about the solid I did for you a few minutes ago," she teased in a sing-song voice.
Big smirked back; his interest was piqued. "Breakfast doesn't warrant presents—especially after you show up here unannounced." When she rolled her eyes he picked up the coffee and drank. "If it's not breakfast, then what is this solid that you did for me?" he inquired.
Sarah chewed thoughtfully, taking her time in answering simply because she knew it drove him crazy. "Some chick stopped by and I got rid of her for ya. Ran #47 in the ol' Biggerone Playbook. She looked appropriately shocked and even handed—okay tossed these bagels at me. That's better than most; at least I didn't get my hair pulled this time. Though she did say she hoped we choke on this coffee. Oh, and that you can go to hell," she finished with a tart smile. "You're still an asshole, bro." She eyed him lazily, wondering why he wasn't laughing but rather looked like he wanted to beat her ass. Uh oh.
"What the fuck did you do, Sarah? What did she look like?" he glowered. (He didn't need her to tell him—there was only one person it could have possibly been)
"Really pretty, actually. Classy. Way better than the skanks you usually bang. She had really long, dark hair, big brown eyes, full lips." She glanced at the coffee cup in her hand and saw Alisha written on the side; she turned it around for him to see. "Guessing it was Alisha," she supplied, wondering why that name sounded so familiar where he was concerned. Alisha…Alisha, she kept repeating in her head. Oh. Crap. "Is this—Jewish Alisha that Mom won't stop yammering on and on about?"
"Fuck!" he bellowed, throwing his cup of coffee at the cabinets full throttle, spraying it everywhere. He pulled out his phone and dialed her phone number, immediately getting her voicemail. (he wasn't surprised) "Goddammit! Sarah,
