Page 99 of Wright Kind of Trouble

He laughed. “That’s fair. I’ll come say hi.”

I grabbed my nearest black T-shirt nightgown and tossed it over my head as I called out, “I’m coming, Bails!”

Chase was behind me, searching for the remainder of his suit so that he might be decent for my roommate. “Jesus, where the fuck did my shirt go?”

I laughed when I saw he was shirtless but in slacks. “Could you get dressed already?”

“I’m trying, Jesus. What did you do with my clothes?”

“Tore them off your body,” I said with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I turned to the door and peeked through the hole. “Oh my God!”

“What?” he asked, stilling at the utter terror in my voice.

“It’s my brothers.”

“What?”

“All four of them. Oh my God, hide!”

Another knock on the door.

“Harley! We know you’re in there!”

“Hide!” I insisted. “Go, go, go!”

Chase ground his teeth together and then nodded, hustling back into my bedroom. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my shaking hands. What in the fuck were they doing here?

Then, I opened the door.

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Harley

“Heyyy,” I drawled. My eyes tracked between my four brothers. “What are y’all doing here?”

“You left the party,” Whitt accused.

“You thought we wouldn’t notice?” Jordan asked.

I swallowed hard. This wasn’t about Chase. They wouldn’t know about Chase. I could hide this for a little longer and tell them on my own terms. Not that it explained what they were doing here.

“Mom told me to leave.”

West pushed past me and into the house. “Well, I don’t know why she did that, but it doesn’t sound like her.”

The rest of my brothers followed into the small living space.

“Come on in,” I muttered under my breath as my four hulking brothers took up the entirety of my house.

My eyes skittered to my closed bedroom door and back. At least they wouldn’t have any reason to go in there. Chase was safe for now. Safe until we figured out what we were going to do.

“I don’t know why any of y’all are here. I just left my party. Who cares?” My voice was shaking. I didn’t even sound like myself.

They were going to know. They were going to know. Fuck.

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