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)
Tears threatened, but she was stronger than this. Her brothers taught her to fight, not to lay down.
“I’m calling a lawyer.” She might get in touch with Gemma Wells. She lived in the town her brothers lived in. Bliss. Gemma had once been in a similar situation. Gemma might be able to help her find the right attorney.
Ami’s head tilted. “Uhm, a lawyer will take one look at your contract and tell you them’s the breaks, kid. Also, I thought your brothers liked their privacy.”
“What do Max and Rye have to do with it?” She loved her brothers. They’d given her everything. After their mom died and Dad had left, her brothers had been barely eighteen. When they should have been out partying and living it up, they decided to get jobs and build a business so they could raise her. She owed her brothers everything.
Ami shrugged like she couldn’t care less. “I mean you said they fired you for inappropriate comments and making people uncomfortable. I assume that’s because your brothers are married to the same woman and have sex together.”
Brooke felt her cheeks flush. “They do not.”
Max and Rye were oddly connected and always had been. If they were the heroes in a paranormal or fantasy romance, they would be called bonded twins or something. They could feel when the other was hurt, couldn’t be happy if they weren’t together.
“That’s not what the papers will say when they pick up the story,” Ami pointed out. “I can imagine the memes now. Didn’t you say there were a bunch of relationships like that in that town? I hope they’re ready for reporters.”
Her gut sank.
Ami wasn’t wrong. It would be a juicy story, and reporters would come out of the woodwork. They would take everything in the most salacious manner. She had a sudden vision of her brothers surrounded by reporters and Rachel getting requests for talk show appearances. Mel would decide the reporters were aliens and lose his shit, and Caleb would have to tranq him in the middle of town square.
Chaos. It would be chaos when so many people came to Bliss to find peace and acceptance.
“There it is.” Ami sat back, one beautifully done brow arching. “I knew you could figure it out. You’ve fucked yourself over by being an uptight bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
Ami stood. “Look, I get it. All of it sucks, but did you think of anyone else? I have a real shot at working with Bianchi this fall. I’m not going to be able to do that if my out-of-touch renter is suing everyone and making a nuisance of herself. Your best bet is to find something as fast as you can. I would look to places that do uniforms or maybe the big box retailers. You’re done in high fashion, and that means I have to be done with you. I think I have to give you thirty days or something, but consider yourself on a clock.”
Ami walked out, and Brooke sat in stunned silence.
How was this her life? She bragged about how well things were going a few months ago when she went home for the holidays. She’d talked with Rachel about work and living in New York. She’d brought her sister-in-law and Callie some accessory samples. Rachel had been so thrilled with the custom diaper bag Brooke had made her, and Callie loved her sandals.
They thought she was doing well, were so proud of her, and she was putting them all in danger.
She should have stayed in Bliss. She’d thought briefly about not going back to New York. She was lonely. She worked long hours and hadn’t found many friends she trusted. Ami was awful. It wasn’t like she had anything going there. Brooke hadn’t been on a date in over a year.
We could go to Stella’s or Trio if you like.
She closed her eyes and could see those two dumbass, hot-as-hell cowboys standing out in the snow, asking her to go out with them.
Why had she turned them down? She’d been leaving the next day, and she knew damn well her brothers kind of had a problem with them. Something about them hitting on Rachel when she first came to town. It didn’t matter. She’d said no and closed the door on that opportunity.
All her opportunities were getting lost.
Her cell buzzed, and she thought about ignoring it.
Bestest SIL in the World
Rachel. She was pregnant again. What if something went wrong? She picked up and ran her finger across the screen. “Hey, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”
It felt like she was living through a slow-moving Armageddon and everything was falling apart. What if her family was caught in it, too?
A low chuckle came over the line. “Of course. I mean it’s as okay as it can be when I’ve got three kids under the age of seven and one on the way. Did I mention your brother finally got that vasectomy? I swear Max is the biggest damn baby in the world. He claims Caleb made the whole thing extra snippy. What is that supposed to mean? Doc is a professional. He’s only going to snip as much as is required to ensure we don’t have baby number five.”