Page 18 of Holiday Hire

"Alexander isn't a total tyrant. You don't have to work 24/7," Willow informs her.

I shoot my sister a dirty look in the mirror. No matter how much Phoebe doesn't need to be here, she is here for a job. At least her priorities seem to be in the right place—on my sons.

Phoebe chirps, "I think it's important the boys know they can rely on me. Why don't we talk about going a few weeks from now?"

Good answer.

But you won't be here in a few weeks.

Willow huffs. "Alright. But you have to keep Saturday night open. There's a huge rodeo. I can introduce you to all the bull riders."

My pulse quickens. I can imagine all the riders swarming around Phoebe like she's fresh meat. I glare daggers at my sister through the rearview mirror and grip the wheel so tight I see stars.

Phoebe says, "I've never been to a rodeo."

"Really? Oh my gosh, you're going to love it! Just get ready to have lots of prospective dates!" Willow gushes.

Why can't my sister shut up?

Phoebe shifts in her seat. She announces, "I'm kind of in a relationship."

"Kind of?" I ask, unable to stop myself. I glance at her, wondering if she's like Willow, running through guys like they're water.

Phoebe's blush reappears. She slowly licks her lips, and my dick tries to burst through my zipper. My heart pounds faster, and she answers, "My boyfriend and I are taking a break."

"What does that mean?" I blurt out.

"It's a break. Don't you know what that is?" Willow chides.

More annoyance fills me.

Phoebe talks fast, stating, "We've been together four years, and I just think we need a break."

"So you broke up?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Not exactly."

"Sorry. I'm still confused. What does that mean?"

Willow interjects, "It means she still has feelings for him but she knows it's over. She isn't ready to give him up. Oh, and she's ready to see what else is out there without dumping him completely."

"So it's a way to string him along," I say with distaste.

Phoebe's face turns fire-engine red. She opens her mouth, shuts it, then shakes her head.

"Jeez. You're so out of touch, Alexander," Willow adds.

"Or maybe you treat guys like they're disposable and aren't worth some basic respect?" I challenge.

Willow scoffs. "You're delusional."

"Spoken from the queen of delusion herself," I retort.

"Whatever. So, Phoebe, you're free to come with me on Saturday night, correct?" Willow asks, leaning toward us.

"Umm..." Phoebe shifts in her seat.

My sister pushes. "Just say yes."

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