I want my brother here.
I want someone in my corner.
But—"That will fuck shit up with Chase."
"I can handle Chase."
"I can rescind the job offer."
He shakes his head. "Already sweet talked Ryan."
I arch a brow.
"What do you think I was doing here early?" His voice is honest. "Signed my paperwork this afternoon."
"Chase is gonna kill you."
"Yeah, but he's gonna kill you first."
Maybe.
Or maybe there's forgiveness somewhere in his heart.
Stranger things have happened.
"Now, you gonna tell me about the hottie in the short skirt or not?" he asks.
"How many times I tell you not to talk about her like that?"
"More times than you offered details."
"You know, I admire your optimism." I move onto the next word. "No matter how many times I say no, you keep asking."
"I'm tenacious."
"Annoying is another way to say it."
"Still not hearing details."
"We're friends."
"Uh-huh."
"Cross my heart and hope to die." I finish the first line and move onto the next.
"It's sweet, that you'd swear on that."
"I try."
"There's only one thing?"
"Yeah?"
"You're still wearing her lipstick."