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Callan: Is Cody there yet?
I tap into it, ignoring her, “Hey!” then swipe out of the message app to return to the browser, where I copy the link, send it to him, then hit call.
“Have you seen these pictures?”
I can hear the shrug in his voice. “Sure. Guess that answers whether or not you were with Zee.”
“Why haven’t you scraped them off the internet?”
“Do you know how the internet works?”
“I know you can get porn taken down!”
He snorts. “Nah. It’s a fact of life. Once it’s up, it’s up. I thought you knew about them. We’re hot property no matter what Mum says.”
That shit about him not being a playboy like Cole evidently stung.
“I can guaran-damn-tee Colt doesn’t know about his online popularity,” Tee chimes in, apparently amused by this turnabout. “If he did, I don’t think he’d be happy to know he’s compared to Heathcliff, which makes no sense. Colt’s the least psychotic person I know.”
“Reassuring,” I say on a sigh.
“Youwereraised by a nutcase, so you can say the same thing.”
“Do you have to sound so cheerful?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Some of these pictures are a security risk!”
“I don’t understand why the RCAF didn’t do something about the pictures of you in a jet,” she agrees.
My temper’s truly pricked. “Has this been going on for a long time?”
“Oh, you sweet summer child, since you were eighteen. Of course, back then, it wasn’t so intrusive, but there are a lot of girls who aren’t happy about this economy and the fact that Prince William is not only married with kids, but balding. Youguys are hot, billionaire bachelors with full heads of hair. What do you expect?”
“Firstly, I expect not to be hounded when I’m defending our country. Secondly, Colt’s the billionaire.”
“You’re paltry millionaires. Honestly, if I had my violino piccolo, I’d play it for you in shared depression at our miserly bank balances.”
My lips kick up at the side. “I feel very little sympathy coming from you.”
“That you can read my intent means you’re not a psychopath, either.” She shrugs. “Itisa fact of life. It’s why I didn’t lie to Callan about the clitoris being closer to the asshole than the pussyhole so he’d be eating ass for the rest of his life—not that I’m kink shaming. Callan, FYI, as gross as it may seem, a clean asshole can be a tasty one.”
“Oh my god.” Callan groans. “Please, why won’t this sex talk ever end?”
I scrape a hand over my face. “I can confirm she’s right.”
She eyes me, brows lifted, while Callan whines in the background.
“We’ll talk about that later, Callan.”
“Can we not?” he shrieks.
“Consider it punishment for not warning us.”
“Not warning you?” Callan sputters. “You have as much access to the world wide web as I do. You could have Googled your name like any normal famous person.”
“We’re not famous!”
“No, but our money makes us that way, and Pops, I meanClyde,didn’t help matters. You know the papers speculated on his investments, never mind the fact that whenever he attended fancy parties, it was always with some woman younger than Tee on his arm. Then there are his ties to that foundation that has everyone’s panties in a twist.”
Hating that he’s right, my shoulders slump. It’s almost worth it, though, because Tee pats my knee.