“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the two biggest assholes in Seattle.” Crawford invites himself inside, followed by Hudson Wynter.
“I’m not. I’m pragmatic and ruthless. He’s just an asshole.”
Crawford appears in my vision.
“Guess Salinger has already heard the good news and decided to come celebrate.”
“You put out a hit on your PR consultant’s ex-boyfriend.” Salinger is furious.
“So much for client confidentiality.” I sit up to throw the accusation at Hudson.
He’s unbothered.
“You almost got his little brother killed.” Crawford sits down on me, crushing me into the couch.
“Fuck, get off of me.”
“Salinger” —Crawford’s knee digs into my chest— “is being way too nice to you. Me? I never liked you Seattle Svenssons. Too full of shit for my taste.”
“Is that what Talbot told you?” I wheeze at Hudson. “That he almost got killed? You all afraid of a bunch of half-senile, half-blind little old ladies?”
“Talbot said you blew up a fishing dinghy with enough TNT to take out an aircraft carrier. It was a fucking disaster.”
“That wasn’t me, and he wasn’t even there.”
“Well, you’re blacklisted for the next eight months. All of you. Collective punishment.”
“It was my idea.” Crawford smirks. “Came to tell you in person.”
The Wynter brothers do hits only for special clients. Mainly, they do corporate espionage.
This is… not ideal.
Crawford is smug. “Guess you’ll have to be nice to me if you want my security company to fill in the gaps.”
Salinger’s cheeks hollow.Just like Dad.
“You’re reckless and dangerous,” Salinger says, his voice like thunder.
“You’re the one who hired that PR princess.” I’m finally able to shove Crawford off me.
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d act like an adult.”
“This is her fault.”
“Fine, I’ll fire her and hire a new one,” my brother says dismissively.
Wait, wait, wait, get rid of Jenna? So I’m not able to keep an eye on her?
“No.”
“No?” Salinger goes quiet.
Crawford and even Hudson Wynter look at me with interest.
“I don’t want to start over on a new PR plan.” The excuse is lame.
“Hn.” My older brother regards me.
