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“Come on. I’m not that fucking bad, man.”
“Uh, okay.” He chortles. “Whatever you say.”
“Did Brynn tell you about last night?” I ask, raking a hand through my hair, annoyed with him for assuming I’d hooked up with someone.
“You mean about how you acted like a caveman? Her words, not mine.”
I tuck my arm behind my head and grin. “She was so pissed.”
“I can imagine. She practically jumped down my throat when I suggested it was probably for the best, and you were just doing what I asked by looking out for her. Thanks for that, by the way. I knew I could count on you.”
“No problem. I won’t let anything happen to her under my watch.”
“Which is why I trust you implicitly. So, what are your thoughts on this Stanley dude, anyway? She seems to like him, but in my opinion, if he really gave a shit, he wouldn’t have just ditched her because you were playing big brother.”
My skin itches at the suggestion Brynn really likes him, so I focus on my answer. “I get a major douche-bro vibe from him. I mean, I don’t know the guy well enough to know for sure, but I’m gonna ask around, make sure he’s on the up and up.”
I’m smart enough to know Brynn won’t stay away from him just because I tell her to, so a little reconnaissance won’t hurt.
“Yeah. The last thing I want is for her to fall for someone who just wants to get into her pants.” I grind my teeth at the thought. “But I also know Brynn is really hoping for a relationship. She didn’t really get that in high school, ya know? She’s banking on a different experience in college, the kind where she puts herself out there more, makes friends, dates, gets a boyfriend or two. And I want that for her, but only with the right guy.”
It’s true Brynn didn’t date much in high school, and I’d be lying if I said I never wondered why. Regardless, if Teagan wants that for her now—ifshewants that—then I should want that for her, too. Brynn’s been a pain in my ass for years, and even though she gets on my damned nerves nearly every time we interact, she’s a good person. I should want her to be happy. Which is why if Stanley turns out to be a good dude, I’ll 100 percent support their coupling.
Fuck, why do I hate the sound of that?
Coupling.
My face twists with a grimace.
“So, I guess what I’m trying to say . . .” Teagan says, and I realize I spaced out, “. . . is keep up the good work, but maybe let her breathe a little? We don’t want to stifle her freedom too much or come down on her too hard.”
An image of Brynn’s tits bursting from her top flashes in my head, and I think to myself,I’ll come down on her hard all right.
Holy hell, I need to get a grip.
Something is seriously fucked in my head.
I run a hand over the back of my neck as heat creeps over my skin, burning me up. This is Teagan’s sister, we’re talking about. His fuckingsister. Brynn Nichols, the bane of my existence.
She hates me, and I hate her.
Not to mention, she’s completely off-limits.
Too good for me.
Shit. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve had a warm body beneath me.
Is that what’s happening here? Some sort of displacement of pent-up sexual energy? If so, I need to correct the situation, ASAP.
“Yeah. Got it,” I say, hearing the strain in my voice. “I’ll cut her some slack.” And apparently, find myself a chick of my own while I’m at it.
CHAPTER 7
BRYNN
Ismooth the frontof the purple maxi dress I’m wearing as I take a deep breath. Earlier, when I was sitting outside in the sunshine and Teagan told me how brave I was, this seemed like a good idea, but now that I’m here, I’m wondering whether I should’ve waited to talk to Stanley during class on Monday.
What if he’s annoyed I showed up here without notice? Or thinks I’m stalking him? What if the other night at the club was enough to turn him off?
