Page 25 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“Plans?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m going kayaking.”

I almost mentioned Harley, but fuck if I wanted to keep this all to myself. The last thing—and I mean, the very last thing I needed—was my obnoxious sister getting her claws into the girl of my dreams.

“Boring.” She looked down at her manicure. “All of that time outside. Tans are so early 2000s, brother of mine.”

“Sure,” I said with a headshake as she came to her feet. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Make sure you wear sunscreen, okay?”

“I will wear sunscreen.”

She was nearly to the door when she turned back around. “But, like, did Julian look happy?”

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes.

Julian and Ashleigh had dated for two years before she fucked it up royally. It was one of the many reasons that Wrights and Sinclairs didn’t socialize. Another reason not to tell Ashleigh about the Wright who had spent all night in my bed.

“He was with Jennifer,” I told her.

She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. Gross.” She sighed again. “Did anything interesting happen at all? You can tell me, you know.”

My sister, the queen of gossip.

Hmm, the queen of gossip might actually know something about the Wrights that I didn’t since I’d distanced myself.

“I met the new Wrights who’d moved here from Seattle. The ones who were a secret family.”

“Old news,” she said with a hand wave. “I can’t believe you hadn’t met them before this.”

I shrugged. “We don’t run in the same circles.”

“Of course not. Weston is a musician. Whitton works for Wright Construction. And the youngest—what’s her name? Harley—she is in college at Tech.”

I sputtered out an, “Excuse me?”

She tilted her head. “What?”

“She’s at Tech?”

“Yeah?” she said like I was an idiot. “That’s why Whitton moved with her. She got a full ride and started last semester as a freshman.”

Ashleigh continued detailing everything she’d gleaned from her sleuthing of the family, but I didn’t hear any of it.

The one word was ringing in my ears.

Freshman.

Harley…couldn’t be a freshman.

That…that wasn’t even remotely possible.

That would make her…eighteen? Nineteen?

But she…

She…

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