“I forgot to tell you,” Julian says. “Scotch Guy told me to give you this the other day.”
He holds out a little envelope.
I frown. “He was here?”
“Stopped in on your day off.”
I grab the envelope from his hand and tear it open, glad to see that at least my brother didn’t attempt to open it.
The note inside is small, like the one I left under his door, days ago.
Doing night shoots for the network for the next three days, so I’m asleep by 9 and up at 4am.
And yes, before you ask. I’ve thought of you each time I…
-L
I glare at Jules like I’m putting him on trial. “How long ago did he give you this?”
He waves a hand. “I don’t know. A few days ago?”
“You kept this from me on purpose, didn’t you?”
He glares at me. “You actually are doing something with him, aren’t you?”
“You don’t get a say in how I explore my sexuality.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t care who you hook up with, Chase, but I do give a fuck when it’s a hotel guest who you’re leading on.”
“Leading onhow?”
“Does he know you’re a fuckboy?”
“Not all sex has to end up with wedding bells and a picket fence, Julian. Sometimes people just have fun. I’m not a fuckboy just because I’ve had lots of hookups. I’m always kind to every woman I fuck, even if she doesn’t deserve it, honestly.”
“He could get us both fired, and you know that,” Julian says. “You piss him off or break his heart, and we’re toast.”
“Logan wouldn’t do that.”
“Damn. You’re on a first name basis now?”
I sigh. “I don’t see how I can break his heart if we’re not doing anything serious to begin with. Let me live.”
He finally relaxes a little. “Fine. But if we lose this job because of it, I’m not going to pick up the pieces to get us another one. Not like I did last time.”
I set my jaw as I look out the window. “I’m sorry, Jules. I don’t know how many times I have to say it.”
He’s referring to an incident I’d rather forget.
I ended up costing Julian a job last year when he missed the interview to come pick me up from the hospital, instead. He was interviewing at a fancy bar in Soho, right after sunset. It was a bad night. A really bad one. I made myself sick on liquor and forgot that I’d taken prescribed painkillers from a dental appointment earlier that day, andthe combination hit so hard that the girl I was with took me to the ER.
She told Julian I was fine, but… he showed up anyway.
He always shows up for me.
He puts out fires that I don’t mean to start.
It’s the only reason I don’t hate him when he does shit like this, because I know my brother means well, even if heistrying to cockblock me in the process.
