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“Never stopped her before.”
He was in the process of easing her off his lap when there was a knock on the door. That was odd. How would someone get to their door without being buzzed in? A quick check through the peephole was all he needed to get the answer. He pulled open the door.
“How did you get in?”
“Charm,” Knox said, pointing at Memphis. “Brawn,” he added, pointing at himself. “It’s a lethal combination.” In other words, they had talked their way in. Fox rolled his eyes as he opened the door wider.
“Oh, hi,” Brooke said, turning on the charm herself. “What brings you boys by?”
“We just wanted one last chance to answer any questions for Fox before we headed out of town,” Memphis answered. “I’ve got a farm call on Monday, so I have to fly home tomorrow,” he added, turning to Fox. “I know yesterday was a lot, and we didn’t really get a chance to talk at the diner this morning. We just hoped you were free this evening.”
“He’s babysitting,” Brooke answered before he could. “I’m going out with some friends. Fox is such a doll for babysittingfor me so I can spend time with them. Being a single mom is so overwhelming.”
Fox saw Knox raise an eyebrow before Memphis stepped back in. “We met Ethan this morning. Such a good kid. You must be doing it right.”
“Thanks,” she answered with a flip of her hair. “I try. Well, I’m off.” She pulled Fox to her and placed a languid kiss on his mouth before pulling away. “You boys try and behave.”
Her hand grazed Memphis’s chest on the way out the door. Knox’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline this time which was impressive since he wore his hair pulled back tight in a ponytail.
“She’s a lot,” Knox said after the door closed with a resounding click.
“Careful,” Fox warned. Knox held his hands up in surrender.
“Where is Ethan anyway?” Memphis asked.
“He’s asleep. I should probably wake him pretty soon, or I’ll never get him back to sleep tonight. Do you guys want a beer?”
“Sure.”
Fox walked into the small kitchen and pulled three beers out of the refrigerator. He handed two out before sitting back on the couch again.
Knox and Memphis each took a seat, one on the couch and the other in one of the chairs. No one said anything as they settled in and cracked open the beer. After a long swallow, Memphis cleared his throat.
“Have you thought of anything else you’d like to ask us? We’ll be happy to answer any questions you have. We might also have a few of our own. I guess the one we really want to answer to is?—”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Knox asked, growing impatient with Memphis. “Dover said there’s another sister in play.”
CHAPTER 4
Brooke walkeddown the steps of the apartment building and turned right at the sidewalk. There were several catcalls as she moved through the neighborhood. She put up with it often, but she didn’t mind since she knew she looked hot. She wasn’t shallow, it was just a fact. Her sister might have gotten all the brains, but she got the looks. She would take that offering any day.
She moved across the street to wait at the T station. It was such a pain to get to the best bars since Fox insisted they move from their old neighborhood to this slightly nicer one.
He thought her son needed better options for preschool. Why should she have to uproot her life for Ethan? One preschool was as good as the next. Besides, this neighborhood was too far from the best nightlife and too close to his sister.
She tapped her foot with impatience until the train pulled up. She could have insisted on Fox lending her his truck to get there, but parking was always a nightmare. Besides, she didn’t want him to know where she was. She wasn’t positive if he could track where the truck went, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
She stepped into the train car and looked around. A man who looked college-aged slid across the seat so she would have the place next to him.
She sat down and crossed one leg over the other, rewarding him with a generous view of her thigh. He barely took his gaze off of it until she stood as the train pulled up at her stop. It would be nothing to go home with him. That sounded so boring in her head though. No, she was looking for something more exciting.
The bar where she headed was two blocks over from the T station. She threw her purse over her shoulder and headed that way. She knew the moment she entered the door that it was going to be a good night. The music was thumping, and the place was packed with people.
There was an empty seat next to a reasonably good-looking man at the bar, so she slid onto it.
“Hi,” he offered. “You waiting for someone?” Not very original, but that didn’t bother her.
“I was supposed to meet a girlfriend here, but she just texted me and said she had to stay home with her sick kid. I guess I should just head back home. It’s a shame really, we were looking forward to catching up. I haven’t seen her since college.”