Page 177 of Rough & Dirty


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“How doessheknow?”

Donovan shrugged. “I don’t think she does. Not entirely. My guess is she’s fillin’ in the blanks. At one time, you were with Stevie. Nico and Stevie are business partners.”

“Plus, they live together,” Stone noted.

“That, too.”

Stone frowned. “How the fuck does that equal me and Stevie and Nico?”

“It doesn’t.” Donovan pointed at his brother. “Butthatdoes. The look on your face says it all.”

Stone opened his mouth but closed it again.

“Is it serious?” Donovan wasn’t sure what he expected Stone to say, but it certainly wasn’t what came out of his brother’s mouth next.

“I love them.”

“Oh.” Donovan stalled by taking a drink. “This is real.”

“It’s definitely real.” Stone gestured toward the laptop. “Did you not notice I’m wantin’ to go into business with them?”

Donovan chuckled. “I went into business with Brady. Didn’t mean I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“Yet here you are, havin’ a double weddin’ with your boy at your side.”

Donovan flipped him off.

Something churned in Stone’s eyes. Worry? Fear?

“It’s not all rainbows and unicorns?”

“We’re workin’ through … some stuff.”

“That’s to be expected. Doesn’t explain the constipated look, though.”

Stone’s attention shifted to his beer bottle. “I’m worried what Chelsea might say.”

“She’s gonna say she’s happy for you.”

Stone met his stare. “The first time I fucked him was the night they broke up at the house. The night I punched him.”

“Same night.” Donovan took a long pull on his beer. “Wow.”

“I didn’t plan it.”

“So where did this … uh … take place?” He held up a hand, halting his brother as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. “The loft. Right. CJ mentioned somethin’ about you and Nico and…”

“Stevie,” Stone noted. “Yeah.”

Donovan did not want details. He didn’t want to know what went down between the three of them, but he could tell his brother needed to get it off his chest.

“It just happened,” Stone finally said, picking at the label on his beer bottle.

“Do you regret it?”

Stone’s gaze snapped up. “Not a single second.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about Chelsea. She’s happy.”