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Elle can be downright devious.
I narrow my eyes. “I expect that to be deleted.”
“Of course.” She grins.
Easton chuckles as he passes by her. “Baby, stop messing with him.”
“I’m just taking a sweet picture between a girl and her uncle.” She waves a hand dismissively.
“You’re racking up your blackmail file,” he deadpans.
“What’s blackmail?” June asks.
“Nothing,” me and Easton say at the same time.
“I’m pretty sure she has a file on everyone,” he mutters.
“He doesn’t and calls himself a cop?” She scoffs. “Amateur.”
I laugh as June bounces over to Elle in the kitchen.
“So, how long you staying?” Easton asks as he settles in the recliner.
“As long as it takes.” I place my arm on the back of the couch.
As long as it takes for me to make sure she doesn’t marry this ass hat.
“We both know she won’t make it easy,” he points out.
“She’s worth it.” I shrug.
“East! I’m about to head to Camille’s.” Elle shouts as she comes down the hall. “We got a code red text.”
“Ah. Code language,” Easton muses.
“I’m sure Jace was being an ass, or it involves Tilly.” She flings her purse on her shoulder.
I push to stand. “What’s wrong?”
She places a hand on my chest, pushing me back down. “Calm down. It’s just girl talk. If your services are required, I’ll let you know.” She saunters over, dropping a kiss on my brother’s lips.
“Be careful.” He watches her leave and I realize If I’ve been looking at Tilly the way he looks at her, I don’t know how the hell Adam has missed it all these years.
When the door closes, he faces me again. “How’s the media?”
I hike my ankle up over my knee. “Typical.”
“You talked to dad?” He asks.
“Since I almost killed him? No.” I focus on a spot across the room.
“You know I appreciate you defending me, Grey, but don’t ruin your career over his mistakes.” His voice was even, but I could hear the emotion.
“My career is coming to an end anyway.” I felt the squeeze in my chest at the words.
I hadn’t told anyone about the doctor. Coach wasn’t even fully aware yet. I wasn’t sure what to do with the information. I could chance it. Try one last year for the bowl.
“You’re still young. You got what? At least another five years in you?” He says.
