Page 4 of Winning Brynn

Roman:What the fuck did you do now?

Alex:Nothing out of the ordinary.

Roman:That's exactly what I’m afraid of.

Leo:The last thing I need to see right now is either of your faces.

Roman:What the hell did I do?

Leo:You're friends with that arsehole. Thereby, you are guilty by association.

Alex:We spell it "ass" in this country.

Roman:Luckily for you, I'm busy anyway. How's the nanny search going?

Leo:Fuck off.

Roman:That bad, huh?

Alex:He made a girl cry today.

Roman:That's low, dude.

Alex:Also, who the fuck says "thereby" in this day and age?

Roman:Men who make girls cry.

Alex:Men who also take their sexual frustration out on their friends.

Roman:Not sure you meant that how it sounded.

Alex:He definitely wanted it. Had to remind the poor guy that I'm all about the pussy life. Pretty sure he sprung a boner just looking at my hair.

Alex changed the group chat name to “Leo needs to get laid”

Roman:Now I know you're joking.

Alex:Oh, please. You guys would kill for my hair.

Roman:I don't know who you're tryna kid, but we all know the only reason you grew a topknot is because you couldn't grow a beard.

Alex: *middle finger emoji*

Roman: *laughing face emoji*

Alex:At least my hair isn't thinning like a certain grumpy-ass daddy we know.

Leo Sullivan has left the group chat

Roman:Goddamnit, Wolfe. Look what you did now.

Chapter Two

Brynn

"Brynn Bear!" My olderbrother beams at me as I wheel my luggage through the arrivals gate of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. "You look exhausted."

After thirteen hours of flight time with a layover in the middle, I've reached the point of tiredness when death would be a welcome reprieve. It also doesn't help that my internal clock is set to midnight, when it's only four o'clock in Seattle. No matter how much I travel, jet lag never fails to kick my ass.

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