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Well, not all of us. Sawyer and Taylor look like they don’t have a fuck to give about anything.
Lucky men.
After passing everyone’s shirt to them, I toss Damon’s at his face a little too hard, my eyes dropping to Emily to see her head is down in an attempt to keep from looking at me.
Sucks for her because I sit down on the other side of her, the couch cushion dipping with my weight, her body tensing to brush up against mine.
We wait in awkward silence for Gabe to finish what he’s doing and drag Ivy back to the house, the passing time made worse by the brush of Emily’s body against mine and the tension sitting heavy between us.
Damon whispers to her every so often. I tap my fingers on the cushion beside me to keep from reaching over and shutting him up.
Over an hour later, Gabe finally reappears with Ivy in tow. Judging by the state they’re in with Ivy wearing his shirt and dirt smearing their skin, it looks like they had a good time while we waited.
Thankfully, the argument that ensues with Tanner only serves to break the tension in the room, and it’s entertaining, at least until Emily pushes to her feet with balled fists in defense of Ivy.
That part doesn’t bother me as much, but what does bug the shit out of me is when Damon reaches up to hook a finger in the waistband of her pants to tug her back down to the couch.
My teeth grind together, and I wonder how the hell we ended up in this position.
Short answer?
Me.
I’m the fucking reason.
And I have to keep being the reason since I’m the only person who knows what Emily has been doing with William.
I’m worried about my brother’s attachment to her.
About my own.
And I have no idea how I can end this crap before it becomes a recipe for disaster.
I won’t fight Damon again over this. I just need him to see the truth.
The only question is how I should show him what he needs to see.
I love Emily.
God, how I love her.
But I don’t trust her.
And when it comes down to who I need to take care of in this situation, the only choice is my brother.
Even if it kills me in the process.
Even if it means I lose her.
Emily
Tonight was exceptionally informative.
It isn’t everyday a person finds out their best friend’s father might be involved in murder and underhanded conspiracy, and that whatever her dad is doing might go directly against what our families are doing.
I’m clueless about anything involving servers, tech firms in Georgia, or practically the entirety of the conversation everyone had tonight, which made it difficult to follow along. All I do know is that sitting between Damon and Ezra for the four hours it took for them to have that conversation was absolute torture.
Attempting to ignore the way Ezra’s body brushed up against mine was almost impossible. And while he sat in his usual cold fury on one side of me, Damon was in a playful mood on the other side, his smile and whispered jokes helping to warm my heart after Ezra’s tense silence froze it solid.