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A Bad Boy Auction Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Prologue
I held his hand as he winced, the medicine pumping through his body.
“Just a little longer Declan, you can do it.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him, or myself. Watching him writhe in pain was about as horrible as it could get.
My brother.
Sick.
Same illness that took Mom. Our genes apparently sucked.
“It hurts.” He grimaced as another wave rolled through his body.
“I know buddy, I know, but this is going to make it better. I promise.”
I knew it wasn’t a promise I could keep. But I was sure as hell going to try.
Chapter 1
Sydney
The light wasn’t on in the house, as I pulled into the driveway. Julia’s funky Mini Cooper wasn’t there either, so I snatched the nicer spot under a tree, which would provide a cool shade for the car the next morning. I killed the engine and stepped out.
It was half past eight, and after the long day at the store, all I wanted was something to eat and a glass of Pinot. I was working at a grocery store, even though it wasn’t exactly my passion. I was a teacher during the school year, but now that it was summer I had to supplement my income. It was the thing about me – I was practical. Always doing what was right, even if it wasn’t easy.
My roommate, Julia, wasn’t as traditional. After we’d finished college, she tried several desk jobs, but couldn’t just sit in one place. So, she waited tables for a while, then worked the bar, and after a few more promotions she became a PR manager for a company that owned clubs and restaurants all over Chicago. It might have been a more exciting job, but she didn’t like the hours. That night, as was often the case, Julia was out in the city, promoting one event or another.
I climbed the two flights of stairs that led to my apartment, and was finally home.
I got out of my work clothes and changed into PJs, washing my face in the small bathroom next to my room. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but both Julia and I had our own bathrooms, and I loved mine. It made me feel at home.
As I was making my way to the fridge, my cell phone began ringing. I had to turn around, mid chewing and swallowing, ever so hungry, and go back into the bedroom to answer it.
“Hey, Syd,” the voice on the other end said. “Is this a good time?”
“Hey Declan! Yeah, I just got home. How are you?”
There was a short pause, as if he was hesitant. Classic Declan. “I was just in the area, and I got some Chinese, so…”
“Oh, yes, please!” I said, looking inside the fridge and seeing a lot of ingredients, but no food. “And hurry up!”
Declan hung up, and I got out a cold bottle of wine and some snacks to go with it. Once I settled comfortably on the couch, I poured the wine and waited for Declan, flicking through the TV Shows category on my TV. After a few minutes, I settled on a random episode of Friends, which was my go-to remedy.
The door was unlocked, and halfway into the episode (and a glass of wine), I heard Declan let himself in.
With the glass still in hand, I went to greet him, landing a big hug and grabbing the plastic bags of Chinese he brought.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes, Syd?” he asked, looking at me with a smile.
“First of all, it was more like twenty. Second of all, you look good, Declan. Put on some weight?”
“Oh, fuck off,” he said with a thin smile.
“I’m glad to see you.”
