Page 11 of Say Yule Stay
“I know it’s my brother—just check it.”
“Why?”
“Because maybe you’ll be as freaked out as I am.”
Confused, I grab my phone and swipe to open the screen.
MURPHY: Wear a condom
“What the fuck…”
“Exactly,” she huffs, but I can’t look at her because suddenly thingsareweird.
WALKER: Dude you’re talking about me having sex with your sister. WTF is wrong with you?
MURPHY: No…I’m saying that you guys have wasted enough time pretending there isn’t something between you
MURPHY: So go and be happy together
MURPHY: I’ve known you both my whole life—you guys are the only two that can’t see it
WALKER: Dude
MURPHY: YOU ARE SNOWED IN TOGETHER
MURPHY: That’s some cheesy movie shit right there
WALKER: I might actually be speechless
MURPHY: Because you know I’m right
WALKER: And you don’t think this is overstepping even a little?
MURPHY: Oh, it totally is but you guys needed it
MURPHY: So wear a condom
MURPHY: Or don’t, I don’t care
MURPHY: I’d love a niece or nephew
Throwingmy phone onto the counter, I can’t help but gape at it. Was that supposed to be some kind of reverse psychology? Like my best friend issoon board with me being with his sister that it makes the idea less appealing?
Because honestly, I think it’s working.
“Told you,” Lacey says smugly.
Sliding the bottle back to her, I nod toward the cabinet. “Pour me one and I’ll find us something to eat.”
“Deal.”
An hour later,Lacey and I are a mess, giggling like teenage girls over a half-eaten pizza and a suspiciously empty bottle of gin.
It was good gin.
The kind that’s infused with flowers or fruit.
Murphy would make fun of me if he saw it, but Sawyer wouldn’t comment because he wouldn’t care.
