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As if that was the only one.

“And then at the end of the week, you ‘choose’ one of them, which will be enough to keep your mother happy?—”

“And then I’ll break up with him once Mum has gone home.” I couldn’t believe I was actually agreeing to this, but it was the perfect plan. “I’ll say I couldn’t come between the brothers.”

Except there was one problem.

“That’s insane. Like, do you have naked pictures of the boys dressed up in makeup when they were little or something, because I can’t think of anything else that would have them saying yes,” I said.

“Let’s find out.”

Why talk something out when you could just do it, that was Millie all over, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she jumped to her feet and went rushing out of the room.

“Millie!” I yelped, downing the wine and then running after her. “Millie! Bitch, don’t you dare?—”

But she dared. She always dared. The door was slammed in my face and kept shut, but right when I went to try and shove it open, I heard muffled voices.

Too late. My bestie was asking one of her male-model brothers to fake date me.

Today was supposed to be a perfect day, and instead it was looking like it was going to be one of the worst.

Chapter 4

Hayden

When I heard Millie calling my name, I stiffened. I was already walking down the hall to my old room, ostensibly to get changed into some dry shorts, but that wasn’t really it. We were having dinner outside tonight, so I could’ve just wrapped a towel around my waist and stayed in my boardies.

But that wouldn’t bring me closer to Jamie.

When Mum told me she was coming over, Hunter and I had shared a look. He’d smirked, but I… I scratched at my chest, feeling that tightness there that always started up when my sister’s best friend was around. Made growing up real fucking awkward. Hunt had assured me it was just a dumb crush, that I’d grow out of it when we were still in high school, but more than ten years later, here I was. Slinking up the hallway slowly, ears pricked, hoping to catch the sound of her voice. My hand went to Millie’s doorknob, my fingertips sliding over the alloy knob, trying to feel a hint of warmth left by Jamie’s fingers, even though I knew logically it would’ve been Millie who opened it.

Some hint of her.

Because the minute we walked into the house, I hadn’t noticed the water dripping on the floor or Mum’s flustered reaction. Everything else dropped away but her. The way Jamie’s jeans hugged the most perfect arse. The little plaid shirt she was wearing, the soft folds falling around her breasts, the shape of them revealed each time she moved. Then there was all that long, honey-blonde hair. I wanted to brush it until it shone like gold, run my fingers through it, then wrap it about my fist as I?—

“Hayden!” My sister the cock block. Millie seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, always appearing right when I didn’t want her to as she jerked the door open and then closed again. “There you are, you little freak.”

“Millie?” I heard Jamie’s muffled voice and barely resisted pulling my sister’s hand away as Jamie tried to twist the knob. “Millie! Bitch, don’t you dare?—”

“Talk about what?” I frowned at my sister.

“Only your greatest hope and wildest dreams,” Millie replied with a grin.

“Millie! God damn it…” We both heard Jamie’s voice trail away before my sister looked up at me.

“And what have you got to do with all of my hopes and dreams, Squirt?” I asked, rapping my knuckles on my sister’s head. She shoved me backwards, which of course meant I had to rally, but before I could grab her in a headlock, she delivered her most devastating blow, and it wasn’t an elbow to the ribs.

“I could remove the ban on dating Jamie.”

“What?”

Her smirk barely registered because it was her eyes I stared into. Millie had made clear that going anywhere near her friend would be a severe offence against the sibling code. It hadn’t been an issue when they were skinny little girls.

But then Jamie had to go and grow up.

Splashing in the pool, running around in little tank tops and shorts during summer, both Hunt and I caught every moment of Jamie blossoming into adulthood. Our bodies were doing the same thing, growing in weird ways, changing, so mucking about with the girls in the pool became something else altogether. I found myself wanting to wrestle Jamie a whole lot more, anything to give me an excuse to drag her closer, feel her body against mine. Millie noticed that too and had a firm word to us.

“Don’t go creeping on my friend.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the two of us, but her serious expression had us grinning. Millie being serious about anything just gave us more ammunition to use against her. “I mean it. You’ve got most of the girls in school panting after you, but Jamie… She’s my friend. Mine, and I don’t need her feeling too awkward to come around here because you dumped her just like you do all the others.”

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