“You look good.”
“Thank you.”
“Am I going to have to vote?”
“Do you normally not?”
He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit what happens in this place. Not on that level.”
“You … you have to … West.”
Her brother was the definition of unbothered. Unless he chose to be. He was always one badly placed insult away from a bar fight. Or one disastrous affair away from one.
West really didn’t have a single fuck to give, and sometimes she found him to be a charming renegade, but currently, she found him annoying.
“Sorry, I’ve inherited Mom and Dad’s apathy for civic duty of any kind.”
“Well. Well.”
She really was going to have to talk to them about this. But every time she had seen her dad this week it had been for show rehearsals, and her run for mayor hadn’t come up.
“Oh, it’s come up,” West said, as if he was reading her mind.
“It has?”
“Several times.”
“Well, why didn’t they say anything to me?”
“Because you haven’t been around. You’ve been with Flynn.”
“Well, that’s my business, isn’t it?”
“For sure. You know we all live and let live.”
“Yeah. Sometimes too much. It might be nice to know my parents’ opinions on this major decision I’ve made.”
“You mean Flynn or do you mean running for mayor?”
Right. Because her family didn’t know that Flynn was a ruse.
“Both. Maybe it’s getting serious with him.”
West lifted a brow. “Is it?”
“No.”
Right then Flynn rolled up, and she could feel West’s tension increase.
“Oh, stop it,” she said. “It’s a bit rich coming from you. Also, it’s a bit rich that you care now.”
“It’s because he’s actually involved in your life. And you seem to be … hanging out with his family. Sex is one thing, Jessie, but relationships are another.”
“What would you know about relationships?”
He grinned. “Nothing. But I definitely worry about you being in one with the wrong idiot.”
“Let me worry about the idiot.”
