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Unknown:I have my ways ;)
Ugh.
I begrudgingly store her contact asMari-hoso I can avoid the texts in the future without wondering who it is.
I don’t respond, instead head inside where Carter is cooking and Taryn is yapping as usual.
She looks over lazily at me and says, “Did you decide what you’re going to say to Christa yet? Time’s running out.” She points to her fitness watch. “And dinner’s almost ready.”
I glare at her. “No, I haven’t.”
“Tick tock,” she says in a sing-song voice.
Then, she looks down at her phone. “Oh, surprise, surprise, she’s texting me, calling you all kinds of names.”
I try to snatch the phone but she pulls it away too fast. “Uh-uh-uh, big brother. I’m not fixing this for you.”
“Yes,” she says, typing with her thumbs, “he is a big jerk. I’m sorry he dined and dashed,” she says as she continues to type.
Carter snorts and then starts laughing.
I bite back a smile. “I did not dine and dash! Also, that’s gross, knock it off. Real mature.”
She ignores me and keeps typing and talking. “I know, girl. I’ll kick his ass for you. I hope you at least got yours!” She makes a gag noise again.
I lift my chin. “She did. Many times over.”
Carter groans. “That’s enough phone time for you.” He tries to snatch the phone, but she again whips it out of his way.
She continues typing as she gets up and waddles toward the hallway, presumably to go to the bathroom or maybe her bedroom to continue shit-talking me.
“You look like a duck when you walk!” I call out, teasing.
She flips me the bird behind her head and then goes back to thumb-typing.
I laugh.
Carter plates up grilled chicken, asparagus, and red potatoes, and slides a plate to me before yanking off the towel hanging over his shoulder and wiping his hands.
He silently fixes a second plate, and places it where Taryn was sitting, then makes himself one. He sits at the other end of the bar and looks up at me. “I assume you know your sister well enough to know she’s not going to let up until you fix this shit with Christa, right?”
I nod. “Oh, believe me, I do.”
“Good, because if you don’t, and I have to listen to her endless drivel about it, let’s just say shit rolls downhill and I’ll be taking out my frustrations on you.”
I raise a challenging brow, a bite paused at my lips. “Is that so?”
He chuckles. “Oh, yeah. Boxing ring, tennis court, golf course, I’ll figure out a way.”
I snort. “Okay, bro.”
Carter drops his fork, loud and dramatic, and I look up. “I’m serious, you fucker. Fix it. Christa deserves better than you, but if she wants you, then you need to make it right. Worship her. All chicks want is for you to pay attention to them and take care of them. Give them what they need. If you don’t know what is, fucking figure it out.”
I swallow down a smile. He seems genuinely pissed, and that makes me secretly happy. He really does care about her—both my sister and him. I also know he’s right.
“Goddamn, this is delicious,” I say honestly.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Kiss ass.”
