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And Grammy’s not helping matters by talking me up even more. “He’s a football player, you know? Professional athletes have stamina like you wouldn’t believe.”
Wide-eyed and a little freaked out, I press a quick kiss to Grammy’s cheek. “Have fun with that. I’ll be waiting in the hallway.”
And then I sneak out of the room.
Right before they start auctioning me off.
5
HARRY
Just as I’m about to plant my ass on the bench outside in the hallway, a text comes in on my phone. I open the message from my little sister, Nicky, and instantly frown.
NICKY: Hypothetically speaking, if you found out that your little sister kind of, sort of, TOTALLY boinked your coworker/friend behind your back (just one time), what would you do?
NICKY: Disclaimer—she’s kind of, sort of, TOTALLY head-over-heels in love with him now but he doesn’t know it
NICKY: Hypothetically speaking, of course
What the fuck?!
I tap on her number for a video call. Her face pops up on my screen, looking supremely annoyed.
“I’d kick his ass,” I bark out and that makes her even more annoyed. “Which one of the fuck-face clowns on my football team am I going to have to murder?” I demand. “I really, really hope it’s not one of the linebackers. Those guys are scary. But I’d totally fight any one of them to defend my sister’s honor.”
She rolls her head back and groans. “Hypothetically, Harry. Do you know what ‘hypothetically’ means?”
“With you, ‘hypothetically’ means the opposite of ‘hypothetically’. Now, ‘fess up, you sneaky little brat.”
“Would you lower your voice?” Nicky gets up from the desk where she’s sitting and goes to close her office door. “If Agnes from Human Resources catches wind of this conversation, she’ll have my wedding all planned out before lunchtime.”
Nicky works at Dad’s company in Chicago. She started as an intern not long ago. But she’s already making strides forward, especially now that Dad and Cash are both here in Honey Hill. She even recently got her own shoebox-sized office. I’m wicked proud of her.
“So you admit it. It’s not hypothetical. Which one of my teammates is corrupting my little sister?!”
She makes a simmer down motion with her hand. “Calm down. You’re not the brother with the hot friends. Slutty football players have never been my type.”
“Not all football players are sluts!” I say, feeling the need to defend the honor of my profession.
“I stand corrected. Half of your teammates are happily married. Theotherhalf are big sluts whose dicks are probably all mangled and chewed up from all the groupies they mess around with. Yuck!”
As grossed out as I am by her imaginative description, I’m oddly relieved to hear her say she’s not fooling around with any of my friends. Looks like whatever Nicky-disaster is on the horizon won’t be mine to fix. “Fine. I’m quite content to let Cash, Jasper or Davis handle your ‘situation’ when the time comes. Just know that the outcome will be the same—some asshole’s getting his ass kicked for touching our baby sister.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Nicky mumbles, only reminding me why I’m so protective of her. “Anyway…” she stresses the word. “What’s up with you? And how’s Dad? Is he ever coming back to the office?”
I shrug. “Dunno. He seems to be getting pretty comfortable around here.”
Nicky sighs. “That’s a good thing, I guess. He really needs to slow down. It still sort of sucks. I miss him.”
My sister is the biggest daddy’s girl on the planet.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asks.
“Depends on what it is,” I say carefully, but we both know that Nicky can get me to go along with just about anything. I have a weak spot for my little sister and the brat exploits it to the max.
Thankfully, today she asks me for something manageable. “Keep an eye on him, will ya? Make sure he takes his meds and gets some exercise and stuff. You know he doesn’t take care of himself.”
I give her a nod and a salute. “Will do.”
