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“Did you know he invited Wentworth?” I prop my hands against my hips.
Yasmin’s brows rise. “I didn’t realize that, no.”
“Of all the people! I swear if I don’t strangle him, nobody will.”
“Strangle who?” Grace asks, popping her head from her room. She looks from me to Yasmin and back, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. “What’s going on?”
Yasmin leans against the doorway. “Jade’s pissed because Nixon invited Prescott over.”
Penny turns toward us, eyes wide. “He did not.”
If somebody knows about our weird dynamic, it would be Penny. After all, she had a front-row seat to our fights during the spring break week we spent in Hawaii.
Henry, her guide dog, lifts his head from his paws and looks at his mistress. It’s like the dog has a keen awareness when she’s distressed or might need him.
“He damn well did. He deserves to suffer.”
Yasmin shakes her head. “Just leave him in one piece? I love my husband.”
I roll my eyes at Yasmin and her mushiness. “Don’t remind me. You’re lucky I love you, otherwise…”
Some days it was still hard for me to grasp that my twenty-one-year-old brother was married. And it’s not from their lack of PDA. I swear, one of these days, I really might puke from their sweetness. But I’m happy for them. If anybody deserves to be happy after everything that has happened over the last few years, it’s my brother.
“What’s your deal with him anyway?” Grace’s question breaks me out of my thoughts.
“What do you mean?” I ask carefully.
“I second that.” Yasmin pushes off the doorway and grabs one of the boxes from the floor to take it to the kitchen, joining Penny. “Why don’t you like the guy? I mean, your bickering…”
My nose scrunches. “We don’t bicker.”
“...is entertaining to watch, but still. What gives?” Yasmin finishes, completely ignoring my interruption. She opens the box, her eyes still on me. “Is there a particular reason you don’t like him?”
“My brother?” I pull my brows together. “He’s just annoying, but I guess it goes along with big brother territory, although…”
“I’m not talking about Nixon,” Yasmin gives me her you’ll-have-to-try-harder-than-that-to-fool-me look. “What’s your deal with Prescott?”
“Wentworth?” Tingles run down my spine at the mention of his name. I pull my brows together. I should most definitely not feeltinglyat the thought of that man.
“Yes, Wentworth. What’s the deal between you two? Why are you always fighting like cats and dogs?”
Not always.
We didn’t fight that last night in Hawaii. Far from it. But then we got back home, and I haven’t seen him since. Not that I wanted to see him. The guy is stubborn, infuriating, and so damn broody. He’s been acting like injuring his leg and sitting out half the season is the end of the world. He’s been biting everybody’s head off at the slightest comment for months when so many worse things could have happened.
“Because he’s irritating?” I suggest sweetly.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“I don’t know, Yas. Seems good enough to me.” I shrug. “There’s a bunch of reasons why I don’t like him. Starting with the fact that he’s a self-centered, broody asshole. Is that better?”
Yasmin opens her mouth as if she’s about to contradict me. I raise my brow, waiting, but no words come out.
“Okay, you might be right. But he’s not that bad.”
I go toward the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. “Like herpes isn’t bad, it’s just annoying?”
“Now you’re just being mean. He’s been dealing with a lot since his injury. Maybe if you met him before…”
