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What?

All night?

Court turned and studied me, no doubt waiting to see if I’d crack and retreat.

Instead I lifted my chin, defiance rolling through my veins. “Awesome. I can’t wait.”

CHAPTER 20

COURT

In the years I’d known I had brothers, I’d gone through an entire spectrum of emotions. Shock, longing, annoyance, anger, happiness. Even love.

Apparently blistering hot rage was a whole new thing.

After Becca practically danced back to her room, I rounded on my brother, absolutely intent on breaking every one of his appendages, starting with his dick.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I hissed, my hands clenching at my sides. I could already imagine the satisfying way the cartilage in his nose would shatter under my fist. “This isn’t happening.”

Bishop barely spared me a glance as he looked up from his phone. “Yeah, it is.”

“No, it fucking isn’t.”

He stood up, not that it mattered. We were almost the exact same size, making him eye level. “Yes. It is.” He paused. “Unless you give me one good reason why it shouldn’t.”

I let out a frustrated growl. “How about because we’re in the middle of a goddamn op?”

A brow lifted. “And we’re also in a holding pattern until we know more. We’re not even leaving the damn hotel. Hell, I requested a room on the same floor.”

“She’s—” I cut myself off.

“She’s what?” he pressed, edging closer until his boots touched mine. “Yours? She’s a person, not a toy, Court. You don’t get to call dibs.”

I snorted in disbelief. “So, what? You’re into her now?”

He met my gaze and held it. “She’s beautiful, smart, and fun. What guy wouldn’t want to date her? Until there’s a ring on her finger, or you grow the fuck up, then I don’t see how it’s any of your concern.”

Fury pounded in my veins, so blinding that my vision went unfocused. “Are you serious right now? You know we have a history.”

“And?” He cocked his head.

“This isn’t some damn game,” I hissed, poking his chest with my finger. Fucker had pecs made of goddamn iron. “Becca is a sweet girl.”

He threw his arms in the air. “Jesus, she’s not a girl, Court. When are you going to wake up and realize that Bex is all grown up? She doesn’t need you protecting her from schoolyard bullies anymore. She’s a grown-ass woman. Maybe your problem is that you can’t see that.”

No, my problem was that was all I saw.

The round, perky curve of her tits. The full ass. The flat stomach. The wicked glint in her eyes when she smiled. Even down to those slim fingers that I’d imagined wrapped around my cock way too many times.

All the muscles in my back tightened. “I see her just fine.”

Bishop gave me a hard look. “Then do something about it, Court.”

“Maybe I’m trying, but my brother is cockblocking me,” I snapped.

He snorted a laugh. “Bro, the only thing cockblocking you is your own cock.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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