Page 110 of Finding Hope

He’s talking about moving back into his own house, but he has a fight coming up in a few weeks that keeps derailing his plans. If he wins this fight, the guys said it’s time to go back to training camp in preparation to take back his belt.

No big deal or anything.

“Brat?”

My eyes snap to Alex’s. “Huh?”

“You were out late last night.”

“Oh, yeah. Busy.”

Despite the fact he’s sitting and I’m standing, he still manages to frown and lookdownhis nose.

Big brother Alex has come to play.

“Are you seeing someone?”

The heat races to my cheeks as I turn to the fridge. I know the history between my brothers and Jack and his family. It hasn’t come up at the house. I’m not even sure the rest of the Kincaids know who I am or who I’m related to, but Jack knows, and he thinks it’s funny as hell.

“Yeah.” Gathering my bravery, I turn around. “I am, actually. I’m seeing a guy.”

“Who is he? Is he a criminal?”

“No.” Laughing, I take a carton of milk from the fridge. “He’s not a criminal. At least, I don’t think he is.”

“You don’tthinkso? What the hell is the matter with you? You didn’t even ask?”

“Well, if people really are criminals, then they’ll probably just lie when I ask, right?”

“Right.”

“So what’s the point of asking?”

“People who tell the truth are the kind of people you wanna know.”

“So if they answer yes, they are criminals…?”

“Then at least they told the truth.”

I laugh at my brother’s stupid man logic. “So I’ll keep my eyes peeled for criminals that tell the truth.”

He rolls his eyes. “Funny. So who is he?”

“Actually, I was thinking of bringing him over for dinner or something.”

His brows shoot up so high, his scruffy hair almost covers them. “You want to bring him home?”

Taking down a mug, I set it under the coffee machine spout and hit the button. “Yeah, I do.”

“That’s serious, Britt.”

I nod and inhale the scent of caffeine and maybe a little love. “Yeah, he’s a serious kinda guy.”

“Is it that guy from school?”

I shudder even before his name fully registers in my head. “Brad? God no. I think if you’re looking for a guy who would lie when asked if he’s a criminal, it might be him.”

“Is he giving you trouble?” Alex sets his coffee cup down with a sharp snap. “I can drop by the school, let him know who he’s fucking with.”

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