Page 31 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

Savannah turns around, acting as if she’s picking up her coffee. “Nothing.”

“Why are you arguing?” he asks while yawning.

“I spilled some coffee on Liam’s precious hardwood floors.” Savannah heads to the stairs, our eyes testing one another over Denver, who still hasn’t fully opened his eyes. “You look like shit by the way.”

“Thanks.” He stretches his arms over his head and takes in his sister’s appearance. “Looks like you finally got laid. Hopefully it improves your mood.”

Denver steps into the kitchen and grabs a cup before he pours himself a coffee.

“You’re all a bunch of assholes.” Savannah disappears upstairs.

“Sometimes I wonder what happened to her. Why is she so high-strung when the rest of us are pretty chill?”

I sit back down with the paper. “Give her a break. A lot was thrown at her at a young age.”

Denver contemplates my words for a moment, then he nods and sips his coffee. I should thank him for interrupting us. I was about to do something I’d regret after she had sex with Brent Jacobs last night.

Maybe it’s time to give up the fight.

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