Page 191 of Overcast

“Dude, Blue?” My brows knit together in confusion because who the fuck cares. “She’s a walking train wreck. Put those two together, and you have a hot mess.”

“You talking about the mess when she slept with your brother?”

“Two of my brothers,” she retorts sharply. “I invite the bitch for a BBQ, and she literally fucks my family.”

I mean...I can’t say I blame her. If any of the dudes at B723 screwed Reagan, I’d dismember them, drill holes into their eyes for even looking at her, and bust their skulls in with my Louisville Slugger.

“Am I wrong?” Emmy presses. “I mean, damn, have some respect.”

“No,” I recite. “Because you know how I felt when I found out that Wade was fucking my sister, but...any other reason why you don’t like her?”

Em’s face twists. “As in?”

“I don’t know.” I lift my shoulders. “Maybe you have a thing for Bishop?” A crazy little cackle escapes her chest, and she hits me with an incredulous look.

“Uh, I’m good, and didn’t you just say he was a lunatic? Besides, I’m dating that one dude, Xavier.”

“Dude, you’re serious?”

She shrugs. “As a heart attack.”

“Wade’s assistant.”

Her eyes bore into me. “He’s the lieutenant governor, asshole.”

“You know that dude is going to go bald, right?” I take another pull at my blunt and watch Emmy hit me with a scowl.

“What are you a fucking physic?”

“Um, no, his hairline is a pretty good indicator of—” She punches me in the arm, instantly making it numb.

“Stop,” she bellows off a chuckle. “Why do you guys always dog the dudes I show interest in.”

“Because your taste sucks.”

“Well, I’m not going to date any of your dumbasses, so I guess that leaves me with everyone else.”

“I don’t know, Mills is always following you around and—” She hits me again, in the same fucking spot. “Ouch, fuck, woman.”

“Then quit being foul, you sick fuck. He’s like a brother to me.”

“But not blood, so that means you can—” She moves again, but this time I’m quicker, leaning back, which gets her to stop. “Alright, alright, I’m done. But Wade’s cool with it?”

She pushes her lips out, which wrinkles her nose. Which is the only indicator I need.

Wade doesn’t know.

I chuckle. “Ohhh, Em. You’re so fucked when he finds out.”

She shrugs then crosses her arms. “He’s not my boss anymore.”

“Don’t you still run favors for him?”

“Exactly—” She finger-guns me. “—a favor.”

I lift a brow. “That’s your loophole? Not going to fly with that asshole. He’s going to ream you out so bad that—”

“Enough of the lecturing, please. I’ll be fine.”

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