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“Of course, you’re here,” I groan, dropping my computer bag to the floor as gently as I can manage in my current state of fatigue. “What do you want, jackass?”
“Can’t I come over to hear all about my little brother’s trip?”
“No,” I deadpan.
“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a dick. Tell me all about it.”
I swear he’s worse than a sixteen-year-old girl sometimes. I widen my stance as I cross my arms over my chest. “You just wanna know if your evil scheme worked and I wrote my book.”
He hops up from the chair. “Well, did you?”
I glare at him. “No, not exactly. Yes, I did some writing, but the novel isn’t done. I sent it anyway, praying for an extension. At this point, I’m ready to lie to save my ass, if I have to.”
“Aw.” My brother feigns a sympathetic frown. “Dog ate your ending?”
I growl my annoyance and shove past him soIcan sit in my chair. “No. I thought I’d go withwhoops, must’ve been the wrong draft.”
“Classic,” Peter replies while nodding his head in mock agreement. “Sounds like a great plan.”
I lift a shoulder with indifference. “I’ve seen it work before for other authors. Why not me? And if it doesn’t, I’ll be researching how to start an Only Fans account.” I shoot Peter an inquisitive look. “You don’t happen to know how to do that, do you?”
He chuckles. “No need to bring out the big guns, Magic Mike. Keep your pants on and let’s strategize a different alternative.”
My headthunkson my desk as I groan loudly. And being the bastard he is, Peter laughs at my misery.
“Quit stalling and tell me about this trip already.”
Still face-down, I grumble, “There’s nothing to tell.”
“You’re a shitty liar, you know that?”
“What do you want me to say?” I question, sitting up in my chair, and he shoots me an impatient look. “Fine. You wanna know what happened? I’ll tell you.” I release an exasperated sigh. “Yes, I went down to stupid Candy Cane Key and met the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen with shimmering red hair and a body made for sin. And for the first time in six months, I was able to fucking write.”
“That’s awesome, man. I mean it.”
“Yeah, well. Like I said, I didn’t finish the book, so…”
“So, what happened?” His interest piqued, Peter tilts his head and waits for my response.
Not wanting to admit what I’ve done, I shrug. “Nothing happened.”
“You know, your pants are gonna catch on fire if you keep telling lies like that. Do I need to remind you that Jesus can see you?” he chastises me.
“No, I don’t need a reminder.”
Peter’s eyebrows lift as he rolls his hand, gesturing for me to get on with it.
“I fucked up, okay? Are you happy? I said it. I fucked up.”
His mouth splits into a wide grin. “I am not surprised by that in the slightest. Classic Nate behavior,” he states like it’s obvious.
Offended, I rear back. “What’s that supposed to mean? Explain.”
“Let me ask you a couple of questions. Were you enjoying yourself down there? Were you getting your work done, work you haven’t been able to do in months?”
“Okay, yes.” I feel my hackles rise and my brows draw tight. “What’s your point?”
“You were having a good time with Thelma, right?”
