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Sure I will.
I’d thought the same thing in high school.
At least until Emily Donahue walked into my life and wrecked my world.
“Whatever. I’ll talk to Damon.”
“Excellent. You should jump right on that.”
My eyes flick up to Shane. “As in right this second?”
“Do you have something better to do? The only thing I see you doing is sitting around crying about your girl problems and hiding in the shop. If you’re not careful, Priest and I will shove you under a car and make you do some work.”
“Either that,” Priest says, “or make you fix your own bike to teach you a lesson.”
I shoot him a look and flip him off. He laughs and shoves up to his feet.
“Go fix shit with your brother, asshole. That’s the most important person you have in this world. Don’t fuck it up over a girl.”
He walks out of the room, leaving Shane and me alone. Shane scratches his jaw and grins.
“You heard the man. I’ll have the bike fixed in a couple of days. Just leave the trailer and take off.”
“Fine.”
Pushing to my feet, I slap palms with Shane as I pass and make my way through the shop and to the parking lot. After unhooking the trailer from the Jeep, I hop in and take off in the direction of my house.
But then anger tugs at me, a string tied so fucking tight to my thoughts that I find myself cruising down the street in the neighborhood where I grew up.
I’m not sure what the plan is, probably just to drive past my father’s house and keep going without stopping to kick his ass, but my foot hits the brake when I spot a familiar car in his driveway.
Pulling the Jeep over behind a large enough hedge that I won’t be easily seen, I step out and peek around, wondering what the hell I’m seeing.
Something weird can’t be going on.
It must be somebody else’s car, one that looks identical to Emily’s.
Because there’s no way in hell she would be at my father’s place. She has no reason to be here. She knows how much Damon and I hate him.
Emily may have screwed with us in the past, and I’m beginning to believe she had her reasons, but she would never do something like this.
It’s too bad that an hour later, the front door opens, and a beautiful redhead steps out.
It’s even more of a shame that when my father kisses her hand, I decide that I’m not just cutting her loose from our lives like Priest and Shane suggested...
I have every intention of making her life a living hell in the process.
Emily
We’re four weeks in. Four infuriating weeks that I’ve considered cutting the twins off entirely and accepting Ivy’s offer for me to join her on vacation. It would be nice to spend the next several months soaking up the sun and not giving a damn about any of my problems.
From what I know, she left California and flew to Florida to spend a few weeks there, and I’m so very tempted to join her.
Yes, technically I only have two weeks of this crap with the twins left. And while I should just bite the bullet and get it over with, I’m being split in two by one brother who won’t stop destroying me with his kindness and huge heart, and another brother who I swear is doing everything in his power to make me buckle beneath the pressure so that I shrivel up and die.
As usual, I can’t begin to figure out what Ezra’s problem is.
The first two weeks after he caught me kissing Damon, he was a nightmare to handle, but this last week has only amplified his behavior to a point where he never has anything kind to say. He only strikes out at me with cutting remarks and bullshit comments designed intentionally to hurt.