“Excuse me.” Beth’s calm and menacing voice slices the air like a blade. “It wasn’t my idea to fly before the sun, so how about you just redirect that anger elsewhere.”
“I have no problem with the early morning,” Caleb says evenly.
“Pretty sure he was just up too late.” I smirk.
“Eww.” Beth scrunches her nose with a grimace.
“You’re not usually so highly strung after your late nights, OG,” Isabelle says, and Beth relinquishes an unladylike snort.
“OG?” she questions.
“Yeah, cos he’s so old and grey.” Isabelle smiles behind her hand. I didn’t realise she was so comfortable around my big brother. I’m not sure how long she’s worked at Heart Assets. I guess I have heard him mention her name a few times before he suggested she be the one to take on Smoke and Barrel.
“I’m only thirty-four.” Caleb huffs, calling my attention back to him.
“Yes, I know. You remind me every time I laugh when you put your reading glasses on,” Isabelle says in her soft, musical tone.
She and Beth join in laughter, and it feels like my heart is dancing to the tune.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, so I lean to the side to fetch it.
BETH:
Isabelle calls Caleb, OG, and I vote we all use this new moniker.
MASON:
Who’s Isabelle? Is she hot? Should I meet her?
MASON:
Btdubs, gangsters a bit of a stretch for the old boy.
I glare at my phone while I type a response to our baby brother.
ME:
No.
MASON:
No, she’s not hot?
ME:
Drop. It.
BETH:
I think Henry may have already moved in, Mase. And, it’s OG as in Old and Grey*crying-laugh-emoji*
MASON:
So, she’s smart and hot? …I’ve updated my phone, this mastery needs to be put inwriting.
I scowl over at my sister for using my birth name. The little shit loves to use it to piss me off, so it’s only fair when I get back at her with Elizabeth. She always starts it anyway.
ME:
