Page 164 of Holiday Hire

She gives me a mischievous grin that reminds me of Alexander's.

"Then how will you find out where he's at?"

Her lips twitch. "Since I know your secret, you can know mine."

"Which is?"

"I put a tracker on all of my brothers' phones."

I jerk my head back. "Why would you do that?"

She laughs. "Ava and Paisley have it on theirs as well."

"Why?"

"Do you know what it's like being a girl in this family and trying to go on dates? Sure enough, my brothers will show up anywhere I am, and this town is small. The last thing I want to do is run into them when I'm on a hot date. If I do, it's because I want to run into them. So I have a tracker on their phones, and it alerts me if they move. So if I'm out and they're going somewhere else, I'll get a notification. I can usually figure out where they'll be, so I can either move my date to a different location or deal with them. It depends on my mood or how much alcohol I've drunk or how hot my date is." She winks.

I laugh. "You're crazy."

"No, I'm a Cartwright woman with four older brothers. Trust me, it's survival mode. Otherwise, I'll be single the rest of my life," she claims.

"No way. You're a hot catch," I tell her.

She smiles. "Thanks. But they still make my life miserable. Now, let's see…" She refocuses on her phone and taps the screen. She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "I know where he's going. And hold on..." She swipes her screen a few times, announcing, "Yep, Mason and Jagger are there too."

I question, "Where's Alexander going?"

"To Booth's."

"He's going to the bar?" The pit of my stomach drops, and a fresh sense of panic hits me.

"Yeah. Why do you look sick?" she asks.

I remember the country music in the background of Lance's phone call. "When Lance called me, it was really loud. I heard country music, and he never listens to that genre. He kept saying I was coming home with him. You don't think..." My insides quiver harder.

Amusement fills her expression. She declares, "We definitely cannot stay here right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Go get dressed."

"For what?" I question, glancing at my shorts.

"Put on jeans and a T-shirt. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Booth's. Duh!"

"But we've been drinking. We can't drive."

"Paisley will drive."

"Who's going to watch the boys?"

"My mom, silly. Evelyn and Ava are at the main house too."

"But Alexander said?—"

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