Page 69 of When We Break

Bee pauses, then lets out a laugh. “Yeah, when he bought thespicy romance bookthat my friend recommended to him.”

“We’re both reading it.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal, but it’s a big fecking deal. My phone pings in my pocket, and I pull it out immediately and read the text from Beckett.

Beckett: Tell me something good.

I grin. Dom sends the same text to Val in the book.

Me: I’m hanging out with your sister right now.

“Come here,” I say to Bee as I open my camera. “Selfie time.”

She wraps her arm around my shoulders, we tip our heads together, and I snap the photo.

“I’m sending this to Beck.”

She’s quiet as I type the message.

Me: *sends selfie* She says hi!

When I glance up, Bee’s staring at me.

“What?”

“So you guys are definitely a thing now, huh?”

Nibbling my lip, I fiddle with the stickers she’s organizing on the counter. “Yes. As far as I’m concerned, we definitely are a thing. I spent last weekend with him.”

Her eyebrows climb as another text comes in.

Beckett: You’re so fucking beautiful, Irish.

I show her the message, and she smiles.

“Okay, that’s swoony.”

“I know.”

“You know, my brother doesn’t invite girls to the farm. Ever.”

“Ever?”

“No. Well, he did once, and that turned into a disaster, so he’s always avoided it. The fact that he took you there means it’s serious for him, too.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “And he’s reading spicy books for you.”

“He readtome last weekend.”

“Now, I hate you.”

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Beckett: I’m sorry we can’t spend the weekend together, baby.

I sigh and set my Kindle aside. It’s Friday night, one week since I first went with Beck to his place. I haven’t seen him all week, and I know he’s had a rough time of it with work.

Me: I don’t expect an invitation every weekend.

Beckett: You should. I think I’ve turned the corner with this sick cow. It’s been rough for her.

Me: I’m sorry. What do you do while you sit with her?

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