Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
She kind of wanted to burn it all down. Or at least have someone look at her like she wasn’t the most pathetic thing to walk the earth.
How often had her brothers called her practically an angel? Who never did anything wrong. Who didn’t seem to have an interest in boys, and wasn’t that a good thing. She was so into her studies. So ambitious, and she was going to do all the right things to succeed in life.
Well, she’d done them, and this was what she got.
She crossed her arms under her breasts and turned to Bay. “That’s not what you said last night.”
There was a pause as even Paige seemed to realize something was wrong. And then another knock on the window.
“Not right now, Rye.” Max had gone pale. “Our baby sister is pulling the worst practical joke of all time.”
So Rye was sneaking bacon, too. She walked the whole four steps it took to get to the door and threw it open. “You might as well join us. Or are you the lookout? You know when you tell your wife, who’s given you four kids in seven years, that you’re going to take your diet seriously and then you run all over town hiding the fact that you’re eating fried everything, it’s cheating.”
Sometimes their antics got to her because she felt for Rachel. She knew her brothers were playing around but Rachel was worried, and this would make her feel like her worry was foolish.
Rye’s eyes had widened. He was the brother who never got caught because all he ever had to do was stand behind Max and people forgot he could be annoying, too. “What the hell is going on, Brooke?”
This was when Bay ran. He was probably panicking and wondering why the hell Shane wasn’t back because it looked like his getaway would have to be on foot.
This was how she paid back all the men who annoyed her, and maybe that wasn’t fair because she’d had a nice night with Bay and Shane, but none of this would have happened if they had done what they were supposed to do and gone home early this morning. Then she wouldn’t be dealing with her brothers being nosy and waking her up way too early. And thinking less of her because she had perfectly human needs.
This was stupid. She should own up to her dumbass mistake. It wasn’t like they’d never had a wild night.
Of course, they probably hadn’t done it on their sibling’s property, where their three and an almost kid were hanging around and asking tons of questions.
“Mr. Harper.” Bay greeted her other brother.
She was sure he was about to tell him how this had all been a mistake.
“This is a huge misunderstanding,” Bay began, proving her right. And then his arm curled around her shoulders, and he stood beside her. “We didn’t plan to tell you this way but then you annoyed my baby here, and she can only handle so much. You see we’ve been talking online for months.”
Max’s eyes were narrow, and he still had a damn piece of bacon in his hand. “You have? Brooke didn’t mention it.”
Because it hadn’t happened. Well, she supposed they had watched her online since they knew way more about her business than they should.
“Auntie Brooke is getting married?” Paige’s eyes lit up. “I can be the flower girl. I’m better at it than I was for the last one. I won’t even eat the rose petals. They didn’t taste good but Charlie said they did, and so I made him eat some, too.”
“Violently and in front of the entire congregation,” Rye added. “Honestly, I’m surprised Georgia decided to have kids after she saw what this one can do.”
Max waved it off. “He deserved it for trying to poison my baby girl. I don’t trust those boys. They look too much like Zane.”
They didn’t. As they grew up, the twins looked so much like Nate Wright it hurt, but she wasn’t pointing that out. She was too floored that Bay’s arm was around her. Like he belonged there.
“We haven’t decided on how big the wedding’s going to be,” Bay hedged, and she realized he was giving her space. Good. He was allowing room for them to get out of whatever this thing was she’d managed to get them all into. “We might elope. We’re not getting any younger, but Max would understand that… I’m sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have made a joke about your advanced age.”
She kind of liked it when Bay was an asshole.
Max finished chewing his bacon and eyed Bay like he was the enemy he was about to take out. “You little… If your brother wasn’t so good with bacon, I would kill you myself.” He frowned Rye’s way. “It was good bacon.”