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I raise my eyebrows as I drop into the booth, signaling to the bartender that we’d like another round.
“Took a vote on what?” I ask, elbowing David to get him to move over and give me some more space. Ryan grins as I unwind my scarf, dropping it onto the table. He snaps his fingers at me with a wink.
“We took a vote on who should seduce Uncle Bill’s little protégé.Pumpher for information. Shouldn’t be too much of a chore.”
My eyebrows shoot up as David and Max snicker. It’s an interesting thought, and I would very much enjoypumpingher for something. Information makes it seem a little dirty. I’d rather pump her for the sake of it.
“Especially given how much you’ve been flirting with her,” Beau says pointedly, cocking a brow and nodding to me. Shit. I have not been flirting! Uncle Bill would have my balls for breakfast, something I would rather avoid. I scoff as the round of beers arrives.
“Fuck off. I haven’t been flirting with Angie.”
“Yeah, you have, bro,” David snorts, staring at me incredulously. “All that horse-riding shit. Making sure ‘she’s okay’, and ‘comfortable’.” He air quotes and rolls his eyes. “You fucking fuss over her almost as much as Uncle Bill does.”
The woman fell off a fucking horse! I saw the bruise. It was nothing to sniff at. Making sure a guest is okay after an accident isn’t flirting. It’s manners, plain and simple. Maybe it’s time these four learned that. I glare at David, wishing I could punch the prick in his smarmy face without getting kicked out of the pub.
“Which is why you’re perfect for the mission,” Max points at me, scooping up another beer. “It would be suspicious if any of us started being super nice to her. You’realreadynice to her. So, all you gotta do is take it one step further and fuck her.”
“Yeah, it’s not happening, boys.” I shake my head. Fuck these cunts. Seriously. Fuck ‘em. I want nothing more than to have Angie naked and writhing underneath me, but there’s no way I’d seduce her to sell her out.
“You don’thaveto fuck her.” Beau waves his hand dismissively at his twin. “Just be her friend and find out what the hell is going on.”
Before I can tell him where to shove his shit, Beau slumps over his beer. “I’m pretty sure it’s my job she’s lined up to take. When I came down to breakfast this morning, she and Uncle Bill were running through a list of authors they wanted to invite to some dinner event in January.”
My mouth closes slowly, the admonition dying on my tongue as I watch Beau for a beat, but he doesn’t look up again. The poor guy looks utterly defeated.
“Maybe not,” David smirks, like the fucking troublemaker he is. “The other day, Uncle Bill asked Angie about the logistics and customs for some shipment from Europe.”
Excuse me? Uncle Bill asked her what? I stiffen at the implication, my eyes laser-focused on David’s face.
“Fuckingwhat?” I hiss. David smugly shrugs, blinking innocently as he toys with his beer glass.
“What? Did you think you had nothing to worry about, huh?”
I purse my lips and glare at David. He’s sour because we all heard Uncle Bill and Angie talking about commercial leasing opportunities last night. He probably didn’t hear them talking about logistics at all.
“Why are you even fighting this?” Ryan scoffs, and I turn my glare on him.
“Because I like Angie.” I shrug, regretting the words the second they are out of my mouth as the other four catcall me. Okay, so “I like her” is reductive. I want my dick in her without feeling like I’m using her for nefarious reasons. Same thing.
“Fuck off.” I flip them off. “She’s nice. She has a good sense of humor. Maybe you should try spending time with a woman you can actually talk to. She’s… I don’t know….” I roll my eyes at them as Max and Ryan make kissing noises.
Even Beau looks up, grinning at me. At least all the ribbing at my expense appears to have lifted him out of his funk. Only David is still sneering beside me. Of course, he dislikes Angie so much because she so efficiently got into the middle of his breakup and sorted everything out. David didn’t like that because he wanted to humiliate Robyn, just like she had humiliated him in front of us. But Angie put a stop to it.
Thank God, talk soon changes to other topics, like what Tiffany and Sarah are up to this afternoon. They’ve found a boutique shopping strip in the village. Angie and Uncle Bill are back at the Manor, probably holed up in his study like they are every afternoon. He was going in search of her when I left.
“I still reckon they might be together,” Ryan taps his coaster on the table, and my stomach turns at the idea. They better not be.
“Nah.” Beau waves his hand dismissively again. “Angie told us the first night that she sees Uncle Bill like a father. Isn’t that right, Timmy?”
“Yeah. She looked like even the idea of the rest of us thinking they were sleeping together disgusted her.”
“You keep telling yourself that, Timmy,” David smirks at me. “It’ll make things easier when you fuck her for us.”
God, he can be such a cunt sometimes. I love the prick, but one little punch couldn’t hurt. My fingers curl into a fist underneath the table, but I fight the urge to plow it through his face. We’ve all had a bit to drink. It’s probably best not to break my brother’s nose.
I settle for flipping him off instead. “Fuck off, you prick. You’re just pissy because you haven’t had your cock sucked in almost two weeks, and it’s driving you spare.”
“Yeah, you’re fucking right. I am. That’s Angie’s fault too.”
