Page 76 of Wright Kind of Trouble

Chase glanced over at me, and I quickly cleared my throat.

“We danced at Jordan’s wedding, remember?”

“Right,” Whitt said. He was sizing Chase up. “You seemed friendly…like you knew each other from something more recent. I wasn’t aware you knew Chase’s business partner.”

I could see the wheels turning in Whitt’s head. Trying to fit the pieces together. Shit.

“I’m working with prelaw students,” Chase said quickly. “Harley is the most promising student they have in the program.”

My eyes widened at how quickly that lie had fallen off of his tongue. I was working with local lawyers at an internship that went with the prelaw program, but Chase wasn’t personally part of it. It was tricky because Whitt could figure that out. I had no idea what he was thinking.

“How enterprising,” Whitt said. His eyes came to mine. “You didn’t mention you were working with a Sinclair.”

“And now that I see how you’re reacting, I’m glad that I didn’t,” I bit out.

“What’s going on over here?” Eve said, appearing at our side. She nodded her head at Chase. “Hey, Chase.”

“Eve.”

“I need to steal my boyfriend, if you don’t mind.” She slung her arm into Whitt’s and shot Chase an apologetic look.

“By all means,” Chase said, visibly relaxing.

Eve widened her eyes in a way that said we should talk and then pulled Whitt toward the Wright box for the event.

“I should probably go, too.” I nodded at Elsie. “Nice meeting you.”

“You, too! Gah, can I be obnoxious and ask for an autograph from your brother?” she asked with a laugh. Chase elbowed her. “No? Okay, forget I asked.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you!”

I tipped my head at Chase, who looked at me with barely suppressed want, and then walked away. Well, that had nearly been a disaster. What the fuck had I been thinking?

I pulled my phone out and sent him a text.

Quick thinking.

Was surprised you came over at all.

Yeah…

Jealous?

Me? Never!

Uh huh.

I huffed as I stepped into the box with the rest of my family. Yes, I was fucking jealous.

It was fucking hot.

I laughed and covered my mouth when people looked over at me. I sank into a stadium seat, away from prying eyes.

I wasn’t jealous!

You stormed over here with your BROTHER behind you.

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