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I didn’t fire her. She quit. But with Brian glaring me down, there’s no use arguing that technicality. Flustered, I point a finger at him. “This is your fault.”
“My fault?”
“For giving me the fucking third degree and accusing me of making a play for Jess. Which she overheard. Thanks a fucking heap.”
“Ah.” He flicks a speck of dust from the desk. “How was I supposed to know you’d have that conversation with the door opened?”
I wave both arms in the air. “Now you know. And Jess was eavesdropping.Again. Her own bad habit brought this on.”
Brian gives me adon’t fuck with the Bishopsface. “I can’t have your back if things aren’t square with Jess.”
I rub at the ice pick driving into the base of my neck. “Well, technically, she quit.”
When Brian hits me this time, he doesn’t hold back. The man packs a punch like a battering ram. “Fix it, fucker.”
I look at him as if a dick sprouted from the top of his head. “How? You know your sister. She’s earned every last flaming strand of that red hair of hers. Fuck, we haven’t spoken in years, and this is our reunion.” I huff and lift my chin to the sky. “She hates me.”
He shrugs. “Well, considering your first conversation in years is to threaten her job, her hating you seems validated.”
“Is it my fault you made me say I wouldn’t make moves on your sister with my outside voice?”
“Is it my fault you’ll hump everything from a hydrant to a lamppost, and it wasn’t exactly a stretch?”
I gesture at the door. “Clearly, you had nothing to worry about.” I adjust my pants from behind the desk.Yeah, that’s a bald-faced lie.
“Clearly.” Brian shakes his head. “You can’t talk to her like she’s twelve. She isn’t.”
Duh. One look at her ass told me that.
I remain stone-faced as Brian continues to lambast me. “You don’t understand. Jess is stressed, too. With all the shit she’s going through—” He clams up.
My ears perk up. “What’s she going through?” I ask, tiptoeing as I pry.
He shakes it off. “Nothing. Just,er, woman stuff.”
Enough said. The last thing I need to hear about is the world of Jess’s uterus, though it does explain her flying off the fucking handle. With Jess, Moody is her middle name. Plus, with how full her breasts are and—
Where the fuck did that come from?I scramble to wipe the image from my mind.Can we change the subject already?
Brian drones on. “She’s not a child anymore. And you’re only filling in for the day, dickwad. Don’t make me call your mommy on you.”
“I know she’s not a child.”
While the very full-grown woman was busting my balls, it took every sheer ounce of willpower to avoid staring at those full, pouty lips.Fuck, she can’t come back here. At least, not while I’m here. This is my funeral in the making.
Hmm. I think it through. Because I also can’tnotbring her back. Brian would murder me—Sawmovie style.
I offer a solution. “She can consider herself on paid vacation until we leave. This way, the two of you can spend some time together.”
And she’ll be far the hell away from me.
Brian socks me again. Playfully, this time, but considering he gave it all he had the last round, I wince. “I guess you’d better find her and tell her that.”
My eyes shoot wide. “You’re her brother. Why don’t you find her and tell her?”
“Because it’s not my mess. It’s yours. And we have our entire next mission to clean up after each other.” He winks, the smartass, and heads for the door. “You know my baby sis would love to tend bar,” he sings at me on his way out.
I throw a stress ball at his head. And miss.
