office right next door. “I’m there. We’re office neighbors, but I meant at home. My sister and I live
across the hall from you. You’re in Evie’s old place, right? I meant to say hello last night, but my
boyfriend distracted me.”
Her hazy eyes and pink cheeks tell me exactly how he distracted her. She has someone. Of course,
she does. She’s exotic and stunning. Her boyfriend probably wears expensive suits and flies her
around the world.
“Does everybody who works here live there?” It’s possible, right? It’s a big building.
“Nah, just the lucky ones.” Her smile drops, and her eyes get serious. “You’re new, but I think
you’ll see that Brash operates a little differently. The brothers are great bosses, but there aren’t a ton
of boundaries.”
My whole life has been one big boundary. More than once, I’ve been told I have a metaphorical
fuck offsign over my head. I don’t mean to be that way, but if I’m honest with myself, it’s easier to
stay in my little bubble.People-ingis hard.
But Cara seems in the mood to talk, and I have a lot of questions. Questions Janey and the Brash
website have been unable to answer for me. “Are they all actually related?” It’s nosy of me. But the
worst she can do is say so.
“No, Zach and Jonas are biological brothers. They all met at a group home. It was massive. The
way they describe it, it was more like Juvie.”
I lean forward in my chair. “A group home? How on earth did they end up here?” I mean, to go
from foster care to billionaires is a major accomplishment.
Her smile this time isn’t sultry. It isn’t full of laughter. It’s soft and gentle, and it makes everything
about her even more alluring. If I liked women, I’d be in love.
Who am I kidding? I already have a bit of a crush.
“They decided to be a family. They took care of each other. And they worked like mad.” She taps
her red fingernails on the doorframe. “Dinner at six. I’ll make spaghetti.” Then turns and saunters
down the hallway. I’m still watching when a large man in a hoodie tugs her, laughing, into an office
and slams the door. Either that’s the boyfriend, or there’s a hell of a lot more going on here than I ever
imagined. What would that be like? Working with your boyfriend?
I can’t even imagine what it would be like to go on a date.
Shaking off a little bit of jealousy, I scowl up at the lights again, then rifle through my bag, pulling
