“He shouldn’t have been able to get into the account settings. I had a separate password for that.”
Cash scrunches his nose. “How is that possible?”
I shrug. “Probably for rich, busy people who let their assistants handle their dating app. There’s no way he could have guessed my password.”
“Skeeterdog,” Cash says.
I nearly drop my phone. “How’d you know that?”
Cash shakes his head. “Dude, you never shut up about that dog and how he was the best dog ever and you’ll never love another dog because his passing was too traumatic.”
“But his name was Skeeter. How would Levi know I’d add dog to it?” I narrow my eyes at my brother. “How do you know?”
“I know all your passwords, man. You have them written on a Post-it taped under your bed.”
Ah, that tracks. “But Levi doesn’t know that. How would he know?”
“Lucky guess?” Cash says. “Either way, you better take over the matching. Levi’s not going to do it.”
“Maybe he’s secretly a world-class hacker,” I say, still stuck on Levi figuring out my password.
Cash doubles over laughing. “Baby Levi? If he had any world-class talent, he’d sure as hell be bragging about it. He’s always trying to one-up his big brothers.”
I laugh with him, but I’m not convinced. Levi kept his secret about moving until he was already living here. “Will you help me pare down the matches?”
“Nope,” Cash says. “I’ve got a big job out at the ski resort. I’m designing all their guest rooms.”
“Wow. Good for you, brother.”
He grins, puffing his chest out. “Thank you.”
Then he leaves, and I’m alone staring at a list of names with no real idea what Sebastian wants in a woman. Maybe this plan was idiotic, but I’m in it now. I have to commit one hundred percent.
My phone dings again with another email and three more women. Wow. The picture I put up of Sebastian is definitely a thirst trap. The man has abs for days, and the shirtless photo shows them off, but I didn’t include his face, just part of his beard. These women don’t even know what he really looks like, and they’re all in.
A knot of unease settles in my stomach. I embellished Sebastian’s bio to make him less grumpy, demanding, and possessive, but maybe I went too far. He definitely gets flirted with at bars, but the interest from the fairer sex typically ends shortly after he opens his mouth.
I don’t want these women to have unrealistic expectations.
“It’s fine,” I say aloud. “They won’t have to know the truth until they meet him. I’ll convince them he’s a great guy before that.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ryland asks as he steps into the garage, probably stopping home for lunch.
I open my mouth to make up a lie, but he shakes his head. “Never mind. I can already tell I don’t want to know.”
He walks off before I can point out that he’s missing out on a really good time. He loves us. He just loves us more from a distance.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and do my best to ignore the constant buzzing as I get back to work.
***
“Turn off the light,” Cash mutters from the other bed. God, I hate sharing a room with my brother. I did it for fifteen years growing up, and I swore I’d never do it again.
I hate breaking an oath I’ve made to myself, but I’m definitely not willing to room with Sebastian or Ryland, so I don’t have another option.
“It’s not a light. It’s my phone. I have to rate these women.”
“You’re a pig. And it’s too bright. Go somewhere else.”
