Page 93 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Let me guess, you’re here for Nora?”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Yeah, how did you know?”
Abby chuckles. “Lucky guess.”
I see a guy walk out from the back, his jacket on and looking like he’s ready to go to the club by the way his hair is styled and he’s dressed in leather.
“Nora isn’t here right now,” she says as the guy waves and says he’ll see Abby tomorrow. Another woman comes out from the back with a basket of towels, her gaze flashing at me.
“Rush Sterling?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
The woman looks me up and down and Abby shoos her away.
“Don’t stare, Krystal, it’s impolite,” she says as Krystal mutters something.
Abby crosses her arms.
“So…what time is she coming back?” I ask. “Nora, I mean.”
Abby glances me over. “She’s not. She’s done for the day.”
My eyebrows furrow and I frown. “Oh.”
Shit, I hadn’t thought about that. I’d assumed she worked until four, at least that was what my mom said when I asked about the shop’s hours—under the guise I needed a haircut, and knowing my mother frequents the place.
And maybe I actuallydoneed a haircut, but still.
“But,” Abby says, twisting her lips, “I could call her back…”
“You’d do that?” I ask, hearing the desperation in my own voice.
“What’s in it for me?” Abby says with a grin, and I freeze.
“That depends…what uh…what do youwant, Abby?”
She taps her fingernail on her lips, seemingly lost in thought. Then she speaks. “Two tickets to the Lansing game Friday.”
“Done,” I say without a second thought.
“Really? That easy?”
I shrug. “I’ll put them at will call for you.”
She slides her phone out of her back pocket, and doesn’t look at me as she texts her friend.
“You really here for a haircut, Rush?” she asks. I note Krystal’s glances every so often, as if she’s trying to hide her eavesdropping.
I’ve never been one to consider myself a private person, so I don’t think anything of it when I say, “Yes. And no.”
Abby laughs. “Least you’re honest. But I have to tell you…” She looks up from her phone. “You aren’t the only Sterling that’s trying to romance her, you know. And you’re not the only Sterling who’s been here, today.”
I freeze at her words.
What?
Is Brett…is he trying to get her back?
