Page 91 of My Brother's Best Friend

After running a hand over my face—because I was stressed the fuck out—I tugged Vera out of the house and down the front steps toward Blaise’s car, which was the only one left on the road. “Do you happen to have his keys?”

“No,” Vera said, shielding herself from the light rain.

“I’ll call an Uber,” I said, whipping out my phone to catch a ride.

While we waited for our ride, Vera bounced on her toes. “So, did Mrs. Wolfe really …”

“Sleep with my stupid brother?” I asked between gritted teeth. “Yes.”

She scrunched her nose. “Why? She’s married.”

I balled my hands into fists and glared at Blaise’s car, wondering the same damn thing.

“Maybe his parents have an open relationship?” Vera suggested.

“Still, if they have an open relationship, they shouldn’t be so open about it in front of Alec. They didn’t tell him anything, and he walked in on his dad fucking Jamal and Carter the other night.”

“Ew, Carter?” Vera asked. “He’s gross.”

“I know,” I said. “Like, come on, Mr. Wolfe. There are hotter guys in Redwood.”

Vera snickered, and I let out a small laugh, too, for the first time tonight.

She clutched her stomach and slumped against my shoulder, giggling like a maniac. “Literally anyone else in Redwood is hotter than Carter.”

“Carterandhotdon’t even belong in the same sentence.”

We laughed so hard in the rain until we were wheezing and no noise was coming out. I wiped the tears from my cheeks as headlights blazed through the darkness. I looped my arm around Vera’s, still smiling.

“Is that our Uber?” she asked, cheeks rounded.

“Let me check the license plate,” I said, pulling out my phone to double-check.

But all I saw was a text from Piper.

Piper: I’m sorry.

Piper:Current location.

“Is it him?” Vera asked, glancing over my shoulder at our group chat on my phone.

I ignored the car that pulled up to the curb, seeing Imani in the driver’s seat, and tapped on Piper’s current location.

Why the hell did she apologize? What is she up to tonight?Last I had heard, she had been doing something for her dad.

“Hey, guys!” Imani said, exiting her car and waving. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hey, Imani,” Vera said with a smile.

While I wanted to respond, I could barely lift my gaze off the phone trembling in my hand. “Oh my God,” I whispered, eyes widening.

“What is it?” Imani said, hopping on to the curb.

“Piper?” Vera furrowed her brow. “Where is she?”

My mouth dried. “Spencer’s new place.”

CHAPTER57

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