Page 8 of Dating Her Brother's Best Friend

Except, I don’t think he can fix this one. The damage is done. And I’m mad as hell about it. I wait by the front door until I hear his truck start up and then risk a peek out, exhaling a shaky breath as I see him backing out of the driveway.

I stomp across the living room, snatching my phone from the couch with shaking hands. I turn it on, ignoring the messages and calls from the woman at the dating agency, trying to convince me to give her one more chance, and text Asa instead.

Me

Your best friend is an asshole.

Asa

Well… yeah. Obviously.

What’d he do?

Me

He kissed me.

Ha!I hope Asa hunts him down and leaves pieces of him scattered all over town. Okay, maybe not anything that extreme. I’d feel really guilty if he did that. But maybe he can threaten him a little?

Asa

Oh.

Me

Oh? Oh?!

Asa

Congratulations?

Me

I hate you.

Asa

No, you don’t. And you love him.

Me

What? No, I don’t.

Asa

Lie to yourself if you want, but you can’t lie to me. I know you. He’s your one.

I plop down on my couch, gaping at my phone. For an idiot, my brother has his moments. Apparently, this is one of them. But I expected a little more outrage. Where are the threats of bodily harm? The promises of vengeance? His response is seriously underwhelming.

I should have texted Aidan instead.

Me

He’s seeing someone else, you idiot.

Asa

LOL. I don’t know who told you that, but they lied. He’s never been able to see past you.

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