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"I called to tell you that you have a new client," Zion says when Zayne studiously ignores us. He's gotten good at that over the years.
"Can't take it. Busy."
"You don't even know who it is."
"Don't care. I'm busy. You're going to have to handle this one."
"She's a model."
"Don't care," Zayne says, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "She could be the fucking Pope, and I wouldn't care. I'm busy. You handle it."
"Fuck, fine," Zion growls, clearly not thrilled. "But I'm telling Ma you're stalking Emma."
"I'll tell her that you're the one who set her shed on fire."
"That was ten years ago."
"She loved that shed," I murmur. "She could be ninety and still be pissed."
"Fuck. You're both assholes," Zion swears.
"You're welcome for the model," Zayne says before Zion hangs up on him, making me laugh.
"He's going to snap one day, and it'll be your fault."
"I didn't hear you takin' his side."
"I like stirring the pot." I shrug, my eyes still closed. I've been keeping the peace between the two of them when they're at each other's throats for most of my life. A motherfucker needs some kind of entertainment when they're getting along.
Zayne laughs quietly, and then his phone buzzes. I crack my eyes open, looking out the window. A delivery truck parked down the road prepares to pull off as my brother taps out a text. He tosses his phone in the console just in time for it to pull off.
I don't have to ask to know the pretty brunette standing in the driveway on the other side is Emma. It's evident in the way he sits upright, staring right at her.
"Gran!" she shouts as she marches up the sidewalk. "What in the world did you order from China this time?"
"She's cute," I say.
Zayne shoots a deadly look in my direction.
"I'm just saying, I get why you're all fucked up over her." I shake his head. "Jesus. I didn't say I wanted to sleep with her."
"Try it, and they'll never find your body."
A smile ghosts across my face. "So, it's like that, huh? You're serious about marrying her."
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do about the fact that she won't give you the time of day?"
"Don't know," he growls. "She likes me."
"You sure about that?"
He sends another dirty glare in my direction, making me chuckle.
"Want my advice?" I ask, my mind on Kenna.
"Do I have a choice?"
