Page 81 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“Ah, yes. Do you want to meet Blake Holliday?”

“Like Holliday Ski Holliday?” she asked in surprise.

I nodded.

“Um, wow. Yeah, sure.”

A throat cleared next to her.

Harley actually jumped, as if she had forgotten where we were. Then, she took a deep breath and turned to the woman standing at her side.

“Uh, Bailey, this is…Chase.” She gestured to me. “Chase, this is Eve’s sister, Bailey, my roommate.”

My mouth popped open. “Oh. Hi.”

“Hi,” she said with a smirk. “You’re Chase Sinclair.”

“I am.”

She nodded and then punched Harley in the arm. “I fucking knew it. You little slut.”

Harley laughed and shook her head. “Jesus, Bails.”

“I swear it’s a term of endearment and not slut shaming. Good for fucking you. Do your brothers know?”

“No,” Harley and I said as one.

“But Eve knows,” Harley said.

“You told my sister before me? But I’m your roommate and practically your sister.” She stuck out her bottom lip. “I can keep a secret.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It’s just…we’re…” Harley looked up at me, pleading in her eyes. As if we could explain what we were.

“On and off again?” I offered.

“Yes.”

“You sure don’t look off,” Bailey said.

“Not this weekend,” Harley said with a wink in my direction.

“Would you both like to meet the owner? I should probably warn Bailey off. He’s a womanizer.”

Bailey shrugged. “And?”

“You’re only a sophomore,” Harley argued.

“Again and? I’m not a prude.”

Harley laughed. “Lead the way, Chase.”

I directed them back to our booth. Blake was already on his feet, sizing up both girls as they got closer.

“Well, well, well, Sinclair,” he said, holding his hand out, “I was in the wrong. Doesn’t happen often.”

I shook his hand. “Blake, this is Harley and her friend Bailey. Blake Holliday, ladies.”

He was as ridiculous and gallant as ever, bowing dramatically at the waist and kissing both of them on their hands. Bailey was looking at him like she could eat him for dinner. Harley took her hand back quickly and slid into the booth next to me.

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