Page 102 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“That’s a big gamble,” Jordan said.

“Knowing Dad, he probably paid for a new library at the school to guarantee you made it,” Julian grumbled.

“He’d do that,” West agreed.

“What happened to me being brilliant?” I asked.

“Even you know he would,” Whitt said.

“Yeah, he would.”

I hated that I hadn’t even considered it. Had I only gotten into Harvard because of Owen’s resources? Did it matter now that I wasn’t going? It’d be funnier if he’d donated the money and I wasn’t going anyway. Sucker.

“Anyway, can one of y’all be happy for me or something?” I asked. “I’ve watched all of you fuck around with your lives and been there for it. Can’t I do what I want for a change?”

Whitt finally uncrossed his arms. “If this is what you want…”

“It is,” I insisted. “Now, all of you have ganged up on me enough. Can I tell everyone else myself tomorrow, like I planned?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Sure.”

A grumbled chorus of responses from my brothers. I laughed at them as I pushed them toward the door, only for a squeak to come from my bedroom door.

I froze, my eyes closing in dismay. Fuck.

West laughed. “Oh man, Harley, is that why you’re rushing us out?”

“You have someone over?” Julian asked.

“That is…none of your business.”

“Come on. Introduce him to your brothers,” West egged me on.

“Definitely not happening.”

“I knew you were seeing someone,” Whitt said.

Then, he and Jordan strode forward at the same time, like the Neanderthals they were.

“Wait!” I called.

But the door was pulled open.

And Chase Sinclair stood in the doorway.

“Fuck,” he said.

“What the fuck, Harley?” Whitt snarled.

“Fuck,” I said softly.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Chase said with his hands up placatingly.

“What does it look like?” Jordan demanded. “Because it looks like you’re screwing our sister.”

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