Page 25 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“They were juvenile delinquents. Started more fights than they could finish. Lucky for them they had Liam on their side.”

“Bullshit,” I say.

Brent’s sneer moves my way before settling back on Wyatt. “They did a senior prank that landed all of them in jail. They’re misfits.”

I push off the counter, but I’m blinded by a shirt landing on my head.

“Here. Put that on.”

I grab the shirt Brooklyn so nicely threw at my face. It reads, “Sorry, girls, I’m taken.” I look at Wyatt. “She seriously got you this and you wear it?”

“Hell no. I’ve never worn it,” he says.

I call bullshit, because Wyatt loves to please Brooklyn. It might only be in the house, but he’s worn it.

“Couldn’t have found a better one?” I pull it on over my head.

“Sorry, I was in a hurry.” She turns to Brent. “She’ll be right down. An important call came in. Would you like a drink?”

Brent pulls out a chair. “Sure, whatever is fine.”

“A light beer?”

“Perfect.”

“I’ll take one too.” I raise my hand.

“You can take yours to go,” she says, pushing it into my stomach.

“And me?” Wyatt asks.

“You can get it yourself.” She hands a beer to Brent, taking a seat at their kitchen table. “So how does Liam know you and I don’t?”

Wyatt shakes his head, walking past me to the fridge.

Brent’s challenging eyes land on me first before returning to Brooklyn. “It was the state championship in our senior year. Kelly choked and I didn’t. Head over to Sunrise Bay High School and you’ll find the state trophy.”

I roll my eyes. Wyatt stands next to me, cracking open his beer and eyeing me to say, ‘what a fucking douche.’ Yeah, he is.

“You act like it’s a defining moment in your life,” Wyatt says.

“My high school still looks at me like I’m a god. Can’t say the same about Kelly.”

Brooklyn glances over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing in question. I say nothing.

“Everyone loves Liam. I don’t remember this. Why don’t I remember this?” she asks me.

“You were in college.”

Her gaze falls back to Brent. “That was high school. What do you do now?”

“Polish the state trophy every week?” Wyatt asks.

I bust out laughing, almost spitting out my beer. Never would I think a guy like Wyatt, so composed and professional, would call someone out like that.

Brent now realizes I’m not the only one in this room who isn’t his fan.

Brooklyn stands and holds up her finger. “I’ll go check on Savannah.”

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