Page 3 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

“It’s okay,” Mads jumped in. “I’ll make sure she gets home. Please let her stay. Just for a little bit, Grayson. I haven’t seen her in months. Plus, I think it would be fun for Josie and Kenna to talk. When was the last time that all of us were together?”

Brock reached for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “Josie and I are leaving.”

He tugged on my arm, but I dug my feet in, refusing to move. “We are?”

Those aqua eyes glanced back at me, a flicker of heat in the center of them. “Yes, Firefly.”

Kenna caught the endearment. Her eyes bounced between Brock and me, watching us more carefully. It made me more nervous than I already was, especially when I remembered Brock and Kenna had a thing. Well, according to Brock, it was only for appearances. And if that was true, then I had nothing to feel guilty for. Right?

Still, I found myself wanting to put distance between Brock and me. I just met my sister. I wanted her to like me. Not hate me off the bat, and something told me to tread carefully when it came to Brock and Kenna.

I’d have to be an idiot not to pick up on the tension vibrating off the two of them. It was uncomfortable and made me feel like I was being pushed out, that I was the one interfering.

Perhaps I was.

I attempted to untangle our fingers, but Brock’s grip only tightened.

Kenna’s pretty glossy lips morphed into a pout as she glanced at Brock. “Don’t make her leave. I just got here, and I’m dying to get to know my lost sister. Are you really going to take that away from me?”

No way would Brock fall for that. Once he made up his mind, he never backed down. I waited to hear him tell her no.

“You got an hour, and then we’re leaving,” he replied, looking anything but happy about it.

I blinked. What the hell just happened? He never gave in that easily. Not even to me.

Kenna grinned victoriously.

My hand touched Brock’s shoulder, a thought just occurring to me. “Wait. Isn’t this your house? Why are you leaving with me?”

“Because you and I need to talk about what happened.” His voice dropped, and the roughness I heard in it made me want to lean closer to him.

What the hell was that all about? Tell me how Brock ordering me about had my heart skipping. I knew I had serious issues, but holy shit… they were getting worse since meeting him.

“Hmm,” Kenna said, pressing her lips together. “This sounds juicy. Do tell. What have I missed?”

“Damn, girl. Where the fuck do I begin?”

Brock fired Mads a hard look that basically translated to,shut the hell up.

Again with the awkward vibe, as he did a shitty job hiding his displeasure.

Fynn shifted on his feet, flipping his baseball hat backward on his head. “So, what will it be ladies? Beer? Mixed drink? Wine?” he asked, quickly shifting the subject. The sudden change wasn’t lost on me, Fynn coming to his friend’s rescue.

“I’ll take a spritzer,” Kenna said, plopping into one of the nearby deep couches.

“Me too,” Mads added, sitting down beside her cousin.

“Josie?” Fynn prompted, lifting his brow with a lopsided smirk. If the Elite had a “nice guy,” it would be Fynn Dupree. He had the smoothest mocha skin I’d ever seen. Curly wisps escaped the back of his hat. He could always make me smile, even on the shittiest of days.

“Something hard on the rocks. And bring the bottle,” I replied.

“Firefly,” Brock growled, pulling me down into a chair with him so I was half sitting on his lap.

I turned my head to the side and wrinkled my nose at him. “I earned it.”

Micah chuckled, ruffling the top of my head as he sat on the arm of our chair. “I swear, Josie Jo. I should have seen you first. You and I would be fucking epic together.”

Fynn took off to get us drinks. Grayson went with him to help, shoving Micah in the shoulder as he meandered around the furniture.

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