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Fucking bitch.

Of course I thought she was dumb enough. She was also dumb enough that she thought she’d get away with it.

She wouldn’t.

I already had a buddy who was a savant with computers and technology in general, working on it.

My sister had slipped up this time, and I’d have concrete proof by morning that I planned on sharing with the head ref of the league.

I guessed I would share it with my father, too.

But he’d probably think it was an accident.

His inability to see my older sister as doing anything wrong was a serious hang-up for him.

“So what was the point of this meeting?” I asked, signing for my dad’s benefit since he was looking between my sister and me.

My sister who’d never learned sign language despite having a father and a brother who were both deaf.

That should’ve been my dad’s first clue.

Her refusal to make accommodations for her family.

Hell, sometimes I think she actively forgot the sign language she was taught as a child just so she could make life harder for us.

Dad looked sheepish. “We seriously just wanted to give you a pep talk.”

My sister winced at my dad’s voice.

She always did.

She was so embarrassed by him that she couldn’t hide it.

She was such a creep.

“Well, on that note…” I said as I unlocked my truck. “Y’all have a good one.”

My sister didn’t stop her lean against my car.

My dad moved to his vehicle, but my sister stayed right where she was, entire body leaning against the door. Hell, she was probably scratching the paint with her ugly rhinestone belt.

I started it up and she still didn’t move.

I didn’t give it much thought beyond that point. I put it in drive and pulled away, getting a shot of satisfaction when I saw her stumble away.

She obviously didn’t think I would leave without making sure she was off the car.

She was delusional.

I’d run her over with it if I knew there was a way I could stay out of prison.

SEVEN

It’s been a ‘cuddle with my toaster in the bathtub’ kind of week.

—Beau to Magnolia

BEAU