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Forest's voice is the picture of calm reason. "I know you like him, but—"
"We've had this conversation," I say.
"And you haven't answered with a 'no,'" he says.
"Goodbye, Forest." I reach for the door.
Skye whispers something about how it's really not their business.
He replies with a scoff and something about how anyone who hurts his sister becomes his business.
And, sure, maybe I should appreciate that my older brother is looking out for me.
But there's only one thing in my head:
A neon sign flashing "Fuck."
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chase
It's a good day.
The sky is bright. The air is sweet. The coffee is strong.
And this mock-up, the one I've been struggling to figure out—
I finally have it.
An anatomical heart complete with four chambers and a home in the biggest.
I outline in black. Snap a picture. Send it to my client.
He sends back afuck, that's perfect.
I lean back in my chair. Bask in the glory of the moment. There's nothing like working out a tough design. The satisfaction is incomparable.
Well, maybe not incomparable.
Last night was—
"Hey." Forest steps into my suite. He leans against the half-wall, easy breezy.
It's not like him. He's not a ball of manic energy the way my little brother Wes is, but he's not exactly the picture of cool either. He cares too much for that.
"Hey." I nod back. Turn my sketchbook to him.
He takes it. Studies the design. "You've been working on this awhile?"
"Yeah." I check my cell. Read the message again. But that's not the only news on here. There's something from Ariel.
Shit, I can't check that with him hovering.
I should change her name to—
Fuck, I don't know. I've never done the whole sneaking around thing. Grace's brother knew what was going on day two. There was no hiding it.
"Talking to someone?" he asks.
