Page 42 of The Jackpot Screwer
“I didn’t damn well fuck him,” Nancy cried, attempting to throw her arms in the air. “I told you what happened and when he wakes up, Carter will tell you the exact same story.”
“Oh of course he will.” Shaw smirked. “Because he’s going to tell any lie he can to make sure my sister doesn’t dump his ass.”
“Shaw,” I snapped. “Just leave it. I believe her.” I turned back to Nancy. “I’m sorry, my brother can be a dick at times.”
“Yeah, well,” she grumbled. “That’ll be the trainee lawyer in him.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Shaw asked, widening his stance and putting fisted hands to his hips.
“You’re the brainbox, Shaw,” Nancy spat back. “You work it out.”
“Says the girl who was always the ass licker in high school,” Shaw returned.
“Will you both quit it.” I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. “Help me get Carter off Nancy and then you can apologize to her for being rude.”
Marching over to me, grumbling under his breath, Shaw put his hands under Carter’s armpits and pulled him off Nancy. Throwing me a sarcastic smile, he unceremoniously dumped him onto the other side of the bed.
“Thank God.” Nancy groaned and pushed off the bed, swiping the back of her hand over her forehead. “I thought I was going to die there.”
She stood a few inches from me and gave me a small smile. “I’m sorry, Bronte, it really wasn’t what he said.” She flashed a warning glare at Shaw. “Carter really was dog tired. He told me he’d taken some Advil PMs on top of six painkillers.”
“Six!” I exclaimed.
Nancy nodded. “Those mixed with the Advil, no sleep and a near empty stomach just knocked him clean out.”
“It’s fine, Nancy. I’m just sorry my brother is such a rude douche.” I looked her up and down. “Are you okay?”
She rubbed her side. “Yeah, but he has real boney elbows.”
I grinned. “I know, he gets me with them most nights.”
“Are we finished with the sweet girly catch up?” Shaw ground out. “Any chance we can go home now?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied looking down at Carter who had upped his snoring a notch. “I want to check he’s okay.”
“Really?” Shaw asked.
“Yes, really.”
“After what he did, with her?” He pointed at Nancy who was brushing her long dark hair back from face.
“I told you, it was nothing like that,” Nancy replied looking at my brother like he was a big pile of horse manure she’d just stepped in. “Why are you such a dickbutt? Were you born like that or did you learn it at that fancy Ivy League college of yours?”
“Well, we all know you were born an uptight bitch.”
“Shaw,” I gasped. “Apologize now, god damnit.”
What the hell was his problem with Nancy? I believed her, so why didn’t he?
“Don’t worry about it, Bronte.” Nancy huffed out a breath. “Just make sure Carter gets that tooth checked out. Oh, and I forgot to bring his painkillers from the café, so you may need to get him some more.”
I nodded and gave Nancy’s arm a squeeze as she moved past me toward the door, shoulder barging Shaw on her way out.
I turned on him. “Well, you were rude.”
“Yeah well, she deserves it. Been a bitch since high school and evidently hasn’t changed since.”
Carter groaned, rolled onto his back and then rubbed at his nose.
