Page 94 of How to Win the Girl

“Eh, then all you did was eliminate one step. I can take over where you left off. Thanks, bro.” He gives me a dismissive smack on the shoulder.

Thanks, bro.

Except I’m not exactly ready to let the matter go, even if he’s shucking his pants off and pulling on the plaid pajama bottoms that were our family matching Christmas jammies.

Plaid bottoms.

No shirt.

He pauses, looking at me. “What?”

My head shakes.

No words come out. “Nothin’.”

Drew isn’t buying it, of course. He knows that nothing means something, especially coming from me.

“Spit it out.” He sighs loudly. “Do you not think Daisy is good enough for me? Is that it, you think I could do better?”

What the hell is he talking about? Do I think he could do better? And the fact he’s insinuating she’s not good enough is ridiculous.

“I have nothin’ against Daisy. I think she’s great.”

“Then why are you acting butt hurt.”

My brows go up. “Butt hurt?” Please, I ain’t acting butt hurt.

“Are you jealous that she’s going to be takin’ up so much of my time? Is that it?”

What?

“Dude, no. We shared a womb, I couldn’t give a shit if you’re gone all the time.”

“Oh—I never said anything bout being gone. We’ll probably be spendin way too much time in my bedroom, if you catch what I’m throwing down.” He wiggles his brows in a way I’ve never seen him do before.

“Who are you?” I whisper.

Has Drew morphed into a horn-dog overnight when I wasn’t paying attention?

Jeez.

’Cause I’m pretty sure he’s implying they’ll be in his room fucking, not out on dates, and if that’s the case, I…

I…

I don’t know what.

But I know I don’t like it.

“Who am I?” My brother feigns a yawn, stretching with his bare arms out. “I’m a new man because I’m a man in love.”

I swear, if my eyes weren’t part of my skull, they’d be bugging out right now from the words coming out of his mouth.

“Love,” I deadpan. “So now you’re in love?”

“Yup.” He walks to the bed and pulls the covers back, setting his phone on the bedside table. “You should try it sometime.”

“Me?”

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