“I pay for a desk for her here,” I say.
“Which I’m at,” Lila chimes in.
“See?” I ask.
My sister’s long brown hair sways as she shakes her head. “No. What am I supposed to see? You do this on purpose just to fuck with me.”
I can’t keep a grip on my grin anymore, and I can tell Bryn, at least, notices, because she lets out a snicker.
“You know what?” Izzy asks, locking her computer as she stands up. “I need another coffee anyway.”
As soon as she’s out the door, I pick up my laptop and slide into her computer chair, moving her keyboard aside to make room.
“You’re kinda a dick, you know that, right?” Bryn asks from across the room.
“Well aware,” I reply. “But I’m a dick with a desk.”
“Whose dick is as big as a desk?” JT Johnson asks as he and another hulking man push into the office, making the room go from full to overflowing.
“And I was told aburritowas too big for a dick,” Bryn’s boyfriend, Jameo, replies as he leans over my sister to kiss her cheek.
“Can we please stop talking about dicks?” I ask. “But before we do, there are a couple in this room, specifically the ones attached to annoying men, that could leave. You don’t even go here.”
“Come on, Kelsey.” JT sends his bright blue, puppy dog eyes my way. “It’s too cold to golf, and we already worked out. We’re bored.”
JT and Jameson are both professional golfers who’ve decided to call Wild Bluffs home recently. Even though I’d never admit it to Bryn, I’m glad my random birthday party at Wild Bluffs Country Club was the catalyst for my baby sister finding love.
“You should’ve thought of that before choosing such a boring career path,” I joke. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but somehow JT and his assistant, Sam, have become two of my closest friends in the six months since JT moved into Jameo’s house and started dating Lila.
“Some people like professional athletes, Kels,” JT says.
I roll my eyes at the nickname, knowing he’ll just use it more if I say anything about it.
“Some people are idiots,” I shoot back.
“Hey!” both Lila and Bryn say.
I look between them. “I didn’t say you’re idiots. Just that some people are. That’s a fact.”
“When do you leave again?” Bryn asks. It’s her favorite joke these days.
“Not soon enough,” I say, giving my usual answer.
“Lila says you finalized the advance-team-planning, top-secret security stuff with Mitchell Security,” JT says.
I shoot my employee a glare for sharing work details with someone outside of work, but she just rolls her eyes.
“That’s literally all I told him. No sensitive information left my lips,” Lila says, defending herself.
“Do you want to murder Trent yet?” Bryn asks me from around Jameo’s large body as he leans against the folding table. I question its ability to hold a man his size but decide it’s not my problem.
“Surprisingly, no,” I say. “He’s responded quickly with good questions and suggestions.”
“That’s…odd,” Bryn replies. “Didn’t he basically flunk out of high school?”
I roll my eyes. “No. It’s more or less impossible to flunk out of Wild Bluffs High School. The teachers would never let you fall through the cracks completely. Plus, they needed him eligible for sports. Though he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the light store.”
“Maybe he just didn’t apply himself back then?” Becca chimes in for the first time since her office has been overrun by uninvited guests.
