Page 39 of Reckless Vow

Paris

Play nice, Brook, it’s for a good cause.

Syd

Not too nice. I’m still weirded out you married our brother.

Stepbrother

Lo

Let’s hope you don’t get pregnant.

Paris

(laughing emoji)

Sydney

(laughing emoji)

Refer to my earlier fuck off.

I drop the phone and consider calling Saar and Celeste. A dinner in town would be nice.

Normally I don’t mind being cooped up while I’m working on my first draft, but with my housemate trailing the scent of coffee andhimeverywhere he goes, I need to get out more.

My phone sounds again and I answer without thinking.

“Brook speaking.”

“Finally,” the voice I really didn’t miss drawls on the other side. “I thought you were screening my calls, baby doll.”

“What do you want, Dylan?”

“Don’t be so cold, doll. How are you?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Okay, okay, just hear me out, please. Don’t you miss me?”

“Like one misses hot coals in their ass.”

He laughs. “You were always so funny, doll. I’m calling because my agent is trying to get me an audition in this pilot, and it seems like that bloke John Carver is involved. Isn’t he your friend?”

John is my agent, but Dylan doesn’t know that because he believes, like everybody else, that I’m just a rich socialite.

It says something about our relationship that we dated for three years and I never told him what I do.

But that was the least of our problems.

“Are you seriously calling in a favor, Dylan?”

“Baby doll, you skipped town so quickly we didn’t sort out our last fight. When are you coming back, by the way? I miss you.”

“You miss my bank account, and right now my connections.”

“Don’t be a bitch about it.” His temper flares up. In his case, it never takes long.

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