Page 19 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Harrison has more business dealings than I can keep track of. He buys and sells properties and investments with dizzying speed according to my brother, and it’s made him very, very rich.
It’s tempting to have Harrison ruin him, but Tucker is already being sued. “Thanks, but I’ll just let karma do its thing.”
Harrison puts the car in park, and I open my door. “Thanks for the ride and for being a cockblock.” Not that I think Evan and I were headed in that direction tonight, but now we’d never know, would we?
My brother’s best friend just laughs. “Any time, Fin.”
I roll my eyes and climb out. The night air is crisp and cold, and I shiver. South Carolina cold in February is nothing compared to the driving winds of New York City, but my thin blazer is still no match for even a southern winter. I run up the porch steps and turn the knob on the front door. My sisters never lock the door, which is insane. It’s like they’ve never heard a true crime podcast in their life.
“Hello, I’m here to rob you of all your snack foods,” I say as I kick off my heels by the front door and rip my blouse out of the waistband of my pencil skirt.
“You should have eaten at Raw,” Fiona tells me, cuddled up on the sofa with a blanket and a book in her hand. “Or were you too busy flirting with Evan Young?”
“Definitely that. Where’s Frannie?”
“Still out with Hunter. She’s probably spending the night at his place.”
“At least one of us is getting railed.” I sigh and flop on the couch next to Fiona, who shoots me a dirty look when I accidentally sit on her feet. She yanks them out from under my butt.
“I think it’s getting serious. I like Hunter. I’m happy for Frannie.”
“He seems to match Frannie’s energy.” I only met him once at Christmas, but I could see he was attentive and caring toward Frannie.
Fiona nudges me with her feet. “You need to be careful. You shouldn’t be dating a coworker. Dad will flip out.”
“Pfft. No big deal. Evan thinks Charles will approve.”
I want to tell my sister that it’s just fake, with a hint of underlying attraction, but I can’t. I can’t reveal to her Evan’s plans to get down and dirty with Christopher. That isn’t mine to share.
“You literally just met Evan. Don’t jump into anything.”
I wave my hand in dismissal. “It’s fine. By the way, Tucker Hastings is being sued. I saw him today.”
“Oh, no, that’s terrible. Do they have a case against him?”
“It doesn’t sound like it. But would it be a bad thing if the Golden Boy got taken down a notch or two?”
Fiona drops her book on the coffee table. “That’s rude. You’re not still mad about prom, are you?”
“Yes, I am. I’ll be mad about that until the end of time. On my deathbed, I will refuse to lift the curse I placed on him.”
Fiona snorts. “That wasn’t a real curse, and you know it. You got a dummies guide to witchcraft and lit a candle over his picture. And it’s time to move on.”
“Easy for you to say, Miss Four Guys Asked Me to Prom.”
“It’s because guys wanted to date identical twins.”
There was the issue. “But you’re atriplet.”
Fiona makes a face. “Tucker seems like a nice guy these days. He coaches peewee football and volunteers at the animal shelter. We’re adults now.”
That’s debatable most days.
“He had his heart broken by Chelsea,” she adds. “It humbled him.”
“Good.”
“Don’t be mean. Seriously. Leave Tucker alone.”
