Page 52 of Girl Going Nowhere

I vehemently wipe at my face. “You guys don’t have to do this. I don’t have a lot of money for a lawyer, and I don’t even know if there’s anything one could do for me.”

Brodie ignores me, glancing up at Finn. “Do you have Sabrina’s number still?”

There’s only a brief pause from the tech nerd rubbing his neck. “Yeah, I do.”

“I think you should call her for advice.”

Sniffing back tears, I pull back from Brodie and hug the wine bottle to me to busy my arms. “You guys are the best. Do you know that?”

Both men smile.

“We’d do anything for you,” Finn says, pulling out his cell.

Brodie caresses my cheek, saying nothing.

He doesn’t need to.

It’s all in those damn eyes.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Dante

There’s a petiteredhead who looks familiar sitting at the kitchen table with Blake and Finn when I get home from work. I can’t place her because her hair is blocking part of her face as she goes over something she’s pointing out on the papers resting on the table.

I see Brodie sitting on the couch with the TV on low, I ask, “Who’s that in the other room?”

Brodie’s right ankle is draped over his left knee, with a beer balanced on it that he picks up and takes a sip of. “You don’t recognize her?”

“Should I?”

My cousin grins. “That’s the chick you fucked at the bar. The one who spilled her margarita on you after one too many. Her and her friends were celebrating her passing the New York bar exam.”

The lawyer.

The same one who went after Finn when I failed to text her after our hookup. Not that I bothered telling him that. Brodie is the only one who knows who she is. When she showed up at the apartment, the wink she shot me when Finn wasn’t looking told me to fuck right off.

They were up all night from the sounds she was making from behind closed doors, making sure I knew she was having a good time.

I went to a bar shortly after and found a couple looking for a third, making sure to give extra attention to the man while his girlfriend watched. It got me off, even though I was thinking about the six-foot man at home the entire time.

“You and Finn have very similar tastes these days,” Brodie remarks, swirling the liquid in his bottle.

I shoot him a look. “Not now.”

He chuckles as he takes another sip of his drink, unfazed by my cool tone.

“What is she doing here?” I ask, dropping into the armchair and glancing into the other room where the three of them sit. “Is there something wrong with the lease?”

My cousin is quiet for a second. “Nah, this doesn’t have to do with the lease.” Voice dropping, he asks, “Did you share anything with your brother while he was here?”

Christ. What kind of question is that? I thought we were past this. “If this is about what we did with Blake—”

“This has nothing to do with that,” he cuts me off, sliding to the end of the cushion. Leaning over and dropping his voice, he murmurs, “Have you seen the articles online?”

Who hasn’t? “People were talking about Dover all day at work. You would have known that if your pussy ass didn’t call out sick to… what, exactly? Sit here and drink?”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t you think the article is a little peculiar?”

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