Page 138 of Redemption

Graham: If you need help, I can send pictures.

Knox: Not helping.

I laughed. Sure, my brothers could annoy the shit out of me. They could be overprotective and overbearing, but it was only because they cared. And I loved them for it.

Me: And that’s why you’re my favorite brother, Graham.

Graham might break laws with his hacking, but he lived by a code of ethics.

Jasper: What? I feel betrayed.

Knox: So do I.

Nate: Same.

I sighed. Focus! I mentally shouted at them through the phone.

Me: Thirty minutes, boys. The clock is ticking.

Jasper: But we’re having so much fun. We were about to tell Jackson all your embarrassing stories.

Me: I doubt that. Besides, he’s already heard most of them from Greer.

I was bluffing, but hopefully they wouldn’t figure that out.

Graham: He’ll be there.

I figured Graham was only complying because he was done peopling. Jasper and I often joked that Graham could only handle so much social interaction in one day. And clearly, he’d met his quota.

Me: Thank you, #1 Brother.

I closed out of the group message. I could only imagine the kind of trouble that had caused. At least it might give Jackson a break if they were grilling him.

I texted Shea, letting her know I was ready. And then I said my goodbyes to everyone. It had been so nice to spend time with Kendall, Emerson, and Brooklyn, but I wanted nothing more than to be alone with Jackson.

When I returned to the suite, he was sitting on the couch watching TV alone, much to my surprise.

“Hey.” I set my purse on the counter.

He turned and glanced at me over the back of the sofa, his eyes darkening the moment he saw me. “Hey, hayati. Have a good time?”

I sank down on the couch next to him, and he immediately pulled my feet into his lap and slipped off my heels. “Yeah. It was nice. Did you?”

He started massaging my feet, and I relaxed into his touch. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“What’d you guys do?”

“Played some poker. Drank some whiskey.”

I jerked my head back. “That’s it? Does that mean it went okay?”

“Yeah. It did. Why?” He chuckled. “What did you think we’d do?”

“Did they interrogate you?”

He lifted a shoulder, sliding his hand up to massage my calves. “It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“So, it really went okay?” I asked again, needing confirmation.