Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4] by Lily Graison Page B

it and took a few steps in front of him. “I’m Seth,” he said. “Brother #4.”
    “Mick Sheppard.”
    Seth grinned and looked over his shoulder. “The Reverend is out back. I’ll go grab Faith. You’ll need someone you know with you for emotional support.”
    Mick swallowed his nervousness and looked around the darkened living room while he waited for Faith. Pictures hung on the walls, covering almost every square inch of space. The picture closest to him showed a group of young boys surrounding one tiny little girl with large doe eyes. He smiled while looking at it.
    Pictures of Faith graced every wall, all of them surrounded by pictures of her brothers. Taking them all in he noticed what all the memories lacked. The presence of a mother. Not one picture showed anyone close to resembling Faith’s mother. He’d have to remember to ask her about that. He realized then that he knew next to nothing about Faith. Hell, he didn’t even know how old she was. Over 21, that much he knew. They’d carded her at the bar in Vegas but other than her having five brothers and her father being a minister, the girl was a complete mystery.
    A commotion from the hall drew his attention and he turned his head. He grinned when he saw Faith.
    “Where is the fire,” she said, grumpily. “You know the smell of breakfast makes me hack.”
    “It’s not breakfast,” Seth said. “You have a visitor.” Faith looked up and froze, her eyes widening.
    “Morning, Tinker Bell.” Mick had only seen her once in the morning and she’d been dressed then, now, it looked as if she’d just crawled out of bed. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles, one side plastered to the side of her head. An oversized t-shirt hung past her knees and a pair of fuzzy slippers was on her feet. She looked adorable.
    She blinked and raised a hand to her hair, trying to smooth the strands. “What are you doing here?”
    “Came to talk to you.”
    Seth walked around her and headed through the living room toward the kitchen. “You want me to tell dad he’s here?”
    “No!” Faith yelled, her eyes widening.
    A chuckle from Seth was all he heard as he turned and left the room. Mick stared at Faith, watching her shift from foot to foot. She wasn’t looking at him and her cheeks were tinted pink. “Did I make a mistake in coming this morning?”
    She shook her head. “No. Daddy knows you’re in town so showing up here is probably the only thing that’s going to save you from his wrath.”
    “That bad, huh?”
    She laughed. “You have no idea,” she mumbled before finally looking up at him. “I have to get dressed. I’ll be right back.”
    He waited until she turned before following her. When she tried to shut her bedroom door, he extended his arm and held it open.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m going to help you change,” he said, grinning, walking into her room and shutting the door behind him.
    “Mick, you can’t be in here,” she said, staring at the door.
    “Sure I can. We’re married, remember?”
    She stared at him, her mouth a perfect “O”. He grinned and leaned back against the door. “You look too damn cute for your own good, Faith. I suggest you change quickly before I take advantage of the closed door and have my way with you.”
    That snapped her out of her stupor. She spun on her heel and walked to the dresser, pulling out a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt. She laid them on top of the dresser and glanced at him over her shoulder before turning her back to him and kicking off her fuzzy slippers.
    Mick watched her and wondered what she had on under that nightshirt. He looked down at the doorknob by his hip and turned the lock on the door before looking back up at her. When the material of her shirt revealed her plain, white panties and nothing else, he pushed off the door and crossed the room. He reached her as the shirt slid over her head. “Turn around.”
    She jumped when he spoke and whirled around, stumbling.