Now that Hunter and I were a thing and sleeping together on the regular, I was not going to be able to dress sexy, have him start drooling, and handily win the debate. I needed to bring my A game. Though I may be the one drooling if I saw Hunter. I hadn’t had him, let alone fucked him, since that day outside. I shivered just thinking about it.
My phone buzzed.
Hunter:I want to come by and make all your dreams come true.
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Hunter
“No word from Remy?” I asked Blade. “Or Crawford?”
It had been over a week since they had left. And we hadn’t heard a word from them.
“Just concentrate on your part,” Garrett said, eyes narrowed.
“Shut up,” I hissed at him as Isaac came into the office.
He looked between us accusingly. “Minnie thinks you’re plotting something.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said reassuringly.
“She’s not going to want to be with me if you screw Meg over again,” he said stubbornly.
“It’s more complicated than that.” I leveled my gaze at him.
He gave me an assessing look.
“I liked them better when they were little and cute,” Weston said, ruffling Isaac’s hair. He had started to hit another growth spurt and was sprouting up.
“I want to marry Minnie,” Isaac insisted.
“Holy smokes!” Archer exclaimed. “We can’t all be marrying the Loring sisters. That’s too many Svenssons.”
“If they’re going to move in here, then why not?” Isaac countered.
“What? Who?” Weston demanded. “You’re moving them all here? Where?”
“There are the cottages on the property,” I reminded him.
“Minnie said she didn’t want to live here, though,” Isaac continued. “It would make her uncomfortable, and I don’t want her that close to Calvin and Bruno.”
“We don’t give a shit what you want,” Garrett snapped. “You’re sixteen. You don’t get to start dictating what goes on here.”
“Garrett, stop cursing.”
“Fuck you,” Garrett spat.
“That’s a fine,” I warned.
“I handle the money here,” Garrett sneered.
I was losing control of my brothers.
“Minnie says she wants a house in town anyways. Then I can see her after work,” Isaac informed me.
“What work?” Garrett asked acerbically. “Your job at the coffee shop?”
“I’ve been interning at Weston’s company,” Isaac said stubbornly. “They pay well.”
