Page 21 of Crazy In Love
“Sure. But not everything they say is correct.”
“I mean, at least they didn’t accuse you of egging the storefront of your favorite florist—nowthatwould be outrageous,” Beatrice said, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“Yes. That would be outrageous. I’m pregnant, for heaven’s sake.” She shrugged as she waved her hand over her head and beelined for the door.
“Well, he’s officially pissed off, so I wouldn’t hold your breath for that apology,” Brenner said as he called for Walter and said they needed to get going.
“Well, he’s always pissed off, isn’t he?” I smiled, because pissing off Bridger Chadwick felt like a win today.
“You aren’t wrong there. Have a nice day,” he said as the door closed behind him.
“Well, this has been an eventful morning,” Beatrice said as I reached for the bottle of window cleaner and a towel. “But you could have let the rich bastard pay for your windows to be cleaned.”
“I’d rather clean the windows in the middle of a blizzard with no coat on than let that man get off the hook without an apology.”
And that was the damn truth.
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Bridger
I was sittingon the new fancy shitter that my brother Rafe had highly recommended, taking my sweet-ass time.
Pun intended.
This thing had a heated seat, several washing systems, and a blow dryer to finish things off. Not to be mistaken for a blow job, as my brother had initially insinuated. It’s a fancy-ass toilet, but it’s not that fancy.
I’d just finished texting Brenner about some meetings I’d be attending in the city today, as we were presenting some new software we’d developed to a few partner companies.
The family group chat started blowing up as usual, and I made myself even more comfortable on the cushioned seat.
Easton
Dude.
Rafe
Yes.
Archer
Yes.
Axel
Yes.
Clark
Yes.
That was very effective. Next time be more specific.
Easton
Of course I’m talking to you, dickwad. The girls are banning pickleball on behalf of Emilia. They feel you owe her an apology, and until you do, they are refusing to play. Ball drops today at 3 pm, so Archie, you best find someone to babysit because Henley isn’t covering for you.
