Page 41 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Alright fine, maybe he was kissing her back. But it’s not like he enjoyed it.”

The frowning continued. He was really blowing it.

“Fine, maybe he liked it alittlebit,” Bishop conceded. “I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s an attractive woman,” he shrugged. “Not nearly as beautiful as you of course,” he added hastily, upon seeing the look on Jocelyn’s face. “But—”

“Look, it’s no secret she likes him,” I said, somewhat consolingly. “They’ve met three times so far, and lucky for us she’s been into Kayden from the beginning. It’s helped build their trust in him. He’s been playing it up with our blessing.”

“He’s using her,” Bishop agreed. “That’s all it is. Using her for information, so we can get the jump on things.”

Was she looking at us differently now? I didn’t think so. But those pretty eyes were no longer focused. They were more distant, as if searching for answers. Or searching inward.

“You need to know we’d do anything to get within striking distance on Blight,” I assured her. “And ultimately, the Founders.”

I touched her hand, and Jocelyn returned to the present. Looking up at me, she shifted from one hip to the other. “Anything, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, then,” she said, dropping her bag theatrically. “Useme.”

~ 25 ~

JOCELYN

“Use you?” Both men blinked in confusion.

“Yes,” I replied. “These people think I’m Emily the server, right?”

Andre’s emerald green eyes narrowed skeptically. It was almost impossible not to get lost in them.

“Yeah. So?”

“So what happens later on, when I’m not there?”

After a slight pause, Bishop shrugged. “That’s not your problem. You’ll be halfway to your connecting flight at Heathrow, by then.”

“Not ifI’mEmily the server.”

Andre looked away uncomfortably. But Bishop’s confusion eventually gave way to shocked realization, followed by vehement protest.

“What? NO!”

“Because when the real Emily shows up, and she looks nothing like me—”

“Jocelyn!” Bishop cried. “No way! Not a fucking chance!”

“Listen—”

“We never should’ve gotten you into this!” he went on. “We’re lucky to have gotten you out of there.”

“Bishop—”

“These people are dangerous!” he urged. “These people are deadly.”

“Oh yeah? Then why haven’tyouleft?” I demanded.

“For lots of reasons,” Bishop shot back, “some of which we already told you. Besides… it’s way more complicated than you think.”

“All the more reason I should be there, watching your backs.”

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