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“So, about Brylan’s party. You should come.”
“Not you too.” I straighten, narrowing my gaze at him.
“No way.” He shakes his head adamantly. “I always thought you could do better than that tool.”
“That tool is going into law school in the fall,” I say, still finding that piece of information hard to process.
“Still a tool.” My brother laughs.
“You might be right there.” I giggle.
“I just think it would be fun. We haven’t gone to a party together since Janice Princeton’s house the week before you left for L.A. I know a lot of the guys would love to see you and I’m sure some of your friends would too.”
“You and Ben are both going?”
“As far as I know. Though don’t bet on Ben being any kind of company.”
“Yeah, I heard. Beth Rivers. Never saw that one coming.”
“None of us did. But you know Ben–he’s always been a sucker for pretty girls.”
“More like a player. Not to mention since when is he into girls like Beth? I thought he liked country girls that wear boots and short cut off shorts, not divas who wear more makeup than most of the people in Hollywood and whose idea of a casual outfit is a dress I’d likely wear to someone’s wedding. She’s just so...”
“Prissy,” Chris finishes my sentence.
“Exactly.”
“Well, you never know. Maybe she’s a freak in bed.”
“Shut up.” I whack him across the arm with my hand. “I don’t even want to think about that.” I shake off the thought.
“I’m just saying. It takes more than a pretty painted face to get Ben’s attention. Not only does she have his attention, but she’s been able to hold it for weeks now. I took him to the bar last week and he didn’t move off the stool next to me the entire time. Normally I can’t find him because he’s off making out with some random chick.”
“Wow.” I’m not sure if I should be concerned that my younger brother has become such a man whore or impressed that one girl might be able to lock him down.
“Wow is right. I thought the asshole was sick.” Chris chuckles, draining the remainder of his beer in one long pull. “You want another?” he asks, snagging my near empty bottle out of my hand.
“Sure.” I smile up at him as he stands.
“Coming right up,” he tells me, disappearing inside moments later.
