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Chapter Sixteen

From the sex pantry,she pulled her phone from her jacket and dialed her sister. Turning, she faced away from the spot it had happened, hoping she could forget it for one moment. Harper would help her out. Sure, she was the oldest of her sisters, but get some tequila in her, and she wouldn’t let Louisa not have a good time. It was exactly what their littlest sister needed in her life—some big sisters to get wild with.

“Harper.” Her sister sounded like answering the phone was the biggest annoyance of her day. Tact was not her strong suit.

“Harps, I need you to go out with me tonight,” Buzz whispered, hoping that Jonas and Louisa wouldn’t hear her. Not that it mattered, but somehow, it would seem odd that she had invited Louisa out with friends and no friends actually showed up. Harper was a friend of sorts.

“I’m married, Buzz. I can’t date you. That ship has sailed. On top of that, I really am not interested in redheads. They have always been a disappointment, in my opinion. Then there are the laws that are against it. Not to mention that I have plans with my husband tonight, and he’s already pretty excited about it,” Harper rambled.

“You’re a moron. Just have some afternoon delight right now and meet me at The Grog at eight. You owe me. I could have told mom what you were really doing with your boss months ago. I could have blown the whistle on that one weeks before it all blew up,” she said to her sister in a harsh whisper. Her sister’s job of being a personal assistant had changed to being more personal and less assistant. Buzz had been sure what was going on but hadn’t said a thing at the time. It had all turned out okay, but things had been rocky for a while.

“All over, Buzzy. We’re married now. Nobody cares what we do,” Harper dismissed her threat.

“I think people care, and I have a platform to let everyone know everything about you. That wedding piece was a fluff piece.” Since she hadn’t told anyone that she had been officially fired, she could still use her reporting job as leverage when needed.

“Are you blackmailing me?” Harper sounded more excited about it than threatened.

“Yes. Drinks and a few hours. I have a friend who needs to get away from home and loosen up,” Buzz stated, hoping that Louisa was able to loosen up.

“Is it for a story about someone other than me?” Harper demanded.

“Yes. Why else would I do this?” she lied. She had completely forgotten about a story on Jonas since focusing all her concentration on cooking and not fucking him. Both of which she was actually failing at, but it took a lot of concentration to fail.

“For that, I will help.” Harper gave in too easily.

“Good, because I already lied for you, and you have given me a recommendation as a chef for a job.”

“I. Did. Not!” Harper yelled into the phone, her breathing suddenly erratic.

“Already done. Thank you. And I have used your resume extensively,” Buzz admitted with a smile. She might as well take all of Harper’s wrath now.

“You are going to destroy my creditability! You can’t cook. I have never seen you successfully make boxed mac and cheese!” Harper was nearly yelling at her.

“Don’t worry; I’m using all your food anyway. You’ll have to inventory when this gets done, so you’ll have to tell me what I owe you.”

“I want your first-born for everything you’ve already done. PS, stop sleeping in my room. After this, you are no longer welcome; it’s mine. It will always be mine,” Harper’s words were rushed.

“I’ll be out of your room once Mom is out of hers. I’m moving into the master, and I’m going to love my own bathroom. Just remember—tonight I am Bea Bradford and a chef,” she said, unsure if her sister would actually help her out now. She was now on her sister’s bad side, a side you didn’t want to be on.

“Oh, like I can forget you’re trying to steal my life. I have to go find Kaine to make sure you aren’t moving in on him.”

“Gross! He’s my uncle.” Buzz couldn’t not say it since Kaine and her stepmom were actually twins.

“Do not say that. We are not talking about that. Ever!”

“Uncle sex,” Buzz said, but her sister had already hung up on her.

Looking at her phone, she realized she shouldn’t have anything to say since she was currently most likely having stepbrother sex. She suddenly knew exactly why Harper stayed.

* * *

Dishes were done,and everything in the kitchen was clean as she waited for Louisa to go out. Jonas had been at the meal, but Louisa hadn’t, which meant that she would have to feed the kid also. No way was she going drinking with an nineteen-year-old on an empty stomach.

“Where are you taking Louisa?” Jonas asked from behind her. How had he snuck up on her?

“Just the usual place. It will be okay. My sister is coming with.” She told the overprotective brother, not the guy she was having sex with.

“Which one?” he asked, as if he knew any of them.

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