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“I was nice.”
“Uh-huh. What’s up?” I turn and glance out of the window, taking in the city skyline and what I can make out of the Elizabeth River. Norfolk, Virginia, is not New York City, by any means, but our building is one of the tallest, and our firm is situated on the thirtieth floor, overlooking most of the smaller high rises and buildings.
“You know our anniversary is coming up. Well, we’re taking Gwen on a trip out of the country for a few months.”
“And you want me to take care of the house,” I surmise.
“No, Quinn is doing it.”
The mere mention of the omega’s name has my pulse skittering. I place my hands on the desk and stare down at the phone. “Oh?”
Trenton laughs. “You have a problem with that?”
“No. I thought she was finishing up her degree.”
Those wide blue eyes are imprinted in my mind. And her scent... No. I grip the desk and force my focus to what Trenton is saying.
“—agreed to commute.”
“Well, it’s good she said yes, because I would’ve charged you.”
“Which is why we asked her first, but I have to ask you to look after her. Maybe check in every once in a while.”
I shake my head, knowing it’s not a good idea for me to be close to Quinn. “It’s far.”
“Brady.” Trenton’s voice deepens, and I know my bullshit excuse isn’t going to fly. Refusing will only make him suspicious.
Releasing a hard breath, I drop into my seat. “Yeah, okay. I’ll look after Quinn.”
“Thanks, Brady. She’s family, you know.”
And that’s part of the fucking problem. Quinn being who she is, what she could be for us...it’ll rip us apart.
Six
FIVE YEARSAGO
BRADY
The front door opens, but I don’t acknowledge our stepsister’s arrival. Austin, always the nice one, calls her name and says hello. Her footfalls are soft as she heads into the den. The mint-green straps of her backpack stand out against her black top, and she carefully slips them off, setting her bag at her feet. Her hair is tucked behind her ear, and those piercing blue eyes find mine as she straightens.
Her cheeks pinken and she quickly looks away. “Hey. What are you guys doing here?”
“They were probably spanking the monkey together,” Dylan quips, coming up behind Quinn and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He yanks her against his body, and a puff of air passes between her lips and her nostrils flare. “Who do you think came first? My money is on Brady.”
“Fuck you.” I lean forward, fingers itching to rescue her from his hold, but he squints, noticing my change in position.
“So itwashim,” Dylan tells her with a chuckle.
“Don’t talk about stuff like that,” she whispers.
“Why? Don’t you masturbate?” he asks, nudging his cheek against hers.
She presses her lips together and looks at the ground as red takes over every inch of her face. I force the image of her slipping her hands between her legs out of my mind like it’s on fire. Fucking Dylan. She’s our stepsister and she’s only seventeen, both damn good reasons for why he shouldn’t be teasing her like this. It doesn’t matter that they’re the same age. He needs to leave the omega alone.
“Aw, Quinny. Don’t be embarrassed.” Dylan smirks, then tightens his hold until he’s nearly choking her. “Get out of it.”
“Dylan,” she whines. “Let me go.”
