Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) by R.C. Martin Read Free Book Online Page A

her out, didn’t I?”
    “No shit, Sherlock. What were you thinking, anyway? Don't you knock?” I ask, pulling the milk from the fridge.
    Rosemary snatches the half empty gallon away from me, earning a frown. “It's almost three in the afternoon, Sage. You are not eating cereal.”
    “Back off, mom , I'm hungry,” I protest, taking back the milk.
    “Ha. Ha,” she deadpans, turning to open the fridge once more. “You know mom would disapprove. Cereal is not a meal.”
    Ignoring her, I fill up a bowl, pouring too much milk, causing the colorful, fruity circles to spill over the top and onto the counter. As I shovel my first spoonful into my mouth, I watch Rosemary pull out lunch meat, cheese, mayo and mustard. A small smile tugs at my lips. She's such a caretaker, just like our older sister Pepper; and she's always trying to feed people, just like mom.
    “How about you stop bitching about my food preferences and we get back to why you thought it was okay to invite yourself into my room without so much as a single knock?”
    She grimaces, pausing as she sets out the bread. I lift my eyebrows in question, consuming another spoonful of my non-meal. I refuse to ease up on her, no matter how big her puppy dog eyes.
    “'Sup, bro,” greets Maddox, entering the room with his fingers wrapped around four empty beer bottles that he deposits in the trash. No one would guess it by the looks of him, but he likes to keep a clean house. The rest of us aren't slobs, but Mad Lips is always the first to start cleaning up from the night before. “Heard Baby McCoy walked in on you and Millie bumping uglies,” he says with a sly grin.
    I drop my spoon into my bowl and glare at Rosy.
    “I'm sorry! I was a little flustered after, well, you know…I ran into Maddox on my way out with Maestro. It slipped.”
    I reach up and rake my fingers through my hair before I look over at Maddox. “For the record, there's nothing ugly about her pussy.” He laughs, hopping up to sit on the counter top across from where I’m standing at the kitchen island. Rosy groans as she assembles my sandwich. “I'm still waiting, Rosemary .”
    “How was I supposed to know that you weren't alone?” she cries defensively. “You hardly ever bring girls over. I figured, since your car was parked outside and it was so late in the day, that you’d be alone. I said I was sorry!”
    “Could have been worse,” says Maddox with a shrug. “She could have caught you rubbin’ one out.”
    “First of all,” I pause, stick my hand in my pocket and then pull it out, flashing him my middle finger. “I don’t have to rub out shit.”
    “Stop lying,” he scoffs. “You’re telling me she got you off even after Baby McCoy—”
    I wink at him, reaching for my spoon in order to devour another huge bite. He barks out a laugh and sticks out his fist, clearly impressed. I knock my knuckles against his and Rosy reaches over to smack my arm.
    “Don’t be gross!”
    “Hey,” I begin to say with my mouth still full. “We wouldn’t be having this conversation at all if it wasn’t for you. Which brings me to point number two—I’m a one woman show now, which means you knock . Got it?”
    “Believe me—I got it,” she mutters, setting my sandwich beside my bowl.
    “Hey.”
    “What?”
    I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side, pressing a quick kiss on the top of her head. She might be a pain in my ass sometimes, but she’s still my best friend.
    “Thanks for the sandwich.”
    She circles her arms around my waist as she looks up at me. “So, is she your girlfriend, then?” I shrug, not sure what label to put on us while, at the same time, not caring one way or the other that we seem to be undefined. I know she’s not dropping her panties for anyone else and, for now, that’s enough for me. “I want to meet her.”
    “Yeah,” I reply, choking out a laugh as I reach for my bowl. With my arm still wrapped around her shoulders, her head