Page 66 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

“Gregor take care of them?” The silent question showed just how overqualified Gregor was to be a private chef for Luke. He was a teddy bear who’d probably taken out more bad guys than the entire NYPD. Not exactly in legal ways, either.

“No.” Luke growled. “Just…no.”

“Gregor take them out, no problem ”

“No, Gregor. Maggie is never going back there. They’ll never have a chance to look at her again.” Luke scrubbed his hands down his face. “We’d better hope and fucking pray that she gives us another chance after the shitshow we just put on. If she tells us no, we’re going to have to explain to her why she has to move.”

“Fine. Gregor make them move to new state? ”

I shot a dark look at Luke. “Are you going to do something about that?”

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m going to have a stroke if we don’t find her soon.”

“If she’s not at home, she’ll be with her mom.” Jackson closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat. “We’re all going to need therapy after this shit. Including Mr. Take Them Out in the driver’s seat.”

Gregor grunted. “Gregor fine. .”

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***Maggie***

“Swear to god, I would’ve licked ice cream off that man’s ass.” Mom whistled. “I can’t believe my luck. My first time getting out in over a year and we run into Ryan Rynolds.”

“Mom, that was not Ryan Rynolds.” I had to stifle a gag at her ice cream comment and a giggle at her antics in general. “He was working at an ice cream truck. You think Ryan Rynols is working at an ice cream truck?”

“You never know.” She sighed wistfully. “This is the best day.”

I couldn’t argue with her. It really was. Her doctor had suggested we go out for a few hours. Their holistic approach to medicine meant they were looking after Mom’s mental health, too, and they knew a few hours out would boost her already pretty great morale.

Sarah pulled into the lot of Waverly Place and we all just sat in silence, enjoying the warm sun in her convertible. None of us wanted the afternoon to be over. It’d felt so amazing going outwith Mom that I wanted to cry at the thought of not being able to do it again for another week.

“Alright, you sad bunch. Stop your pouting and get me inside. If I miss dinner, I’m kicking both of your asses.”

I laughed and realized that both Sarah and Ihadbeen pouting. I got out of the car and we helped Mom into her wheelchair. “I wonder if the police have ever had to come to this place to investigate an instance of sexual harassment carried out at the local ice cream parlor.”

“You’d be surprised and maybe horrified to learn about all the sexual harassment cases that happen here. Our residents can be a little handsy.” Sarah pointedly nodded at Mom. “Exhibit A.”

I grinned and waited for Sarah to close her car up. “I have a feeling I’m going to need to keep a very close eye on you once you’re out of here.”

“Once I get out of here, you may not see me for a month straight. I’ve got booties to call.”

Sarah fistbumped Mom and then frowned as we got closer to the entrance. “What in the world is going on in there?”

I was too busy being horrified by the idea that my mother had just told me she had booties to call to notice what she was talking about. “Mom, you can’t say that to me. Also, you need to be cleared by your doctor before you start going nuts. And you need to make the men you sleep with get cleared, too. The last thing I want is a call to inform me that my mother killed a man during sex.”

“I plan on sleeping with much younger men, for your information.” Mom wagged her finger at me. “Plus, I don’t remember interrogating you about your sex life when you had one.”

I scoffed and thought to myself that I wished she would’ve. Maybe I would’ve made better choices if she’d asked me lots of hard questions. A shudder ran through me. I still couldn’tbelieve how stupid I’d been while sleeping with Jackson, Luke, and Ryan. Condoms had never crossed my mind.

“Holy shit.” Mom’s voice was quickly washed away by a dull roar.

I followed her gaze and stood just outside the main entrance into Waverly Place. There was a swarm of older women crowding around the lounge area. It wasn’t exactly a small swarm either. “What the hell is going on? Did Clint Eastwood come to town or something?”

Mom shot me a look. “Clint Eastwood? Really?”

I hesitantly pushed Mom inside and tried to see what had sent all the ladies flocking. “This is wild. I didn’t even know some of these women could leave their wheelchairs.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Mom grinned up at me and nodded towards the crowd. “I just caught a glimpse through the mass. You’re going to want to see this.”

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