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I hate that it might not be everything he was hoping for, and I’m fucking terrified that he might be feeling alone over there. He’s talked about spending time with colleagues outside of work, although he’s never said much about meeting new friends, but I guess that kinda thing takes time. He’s only been there a few months. Hasn’t stopped him from hooking up, though. But then, hooking up is easy these days. Log onto an app and bam, you can have a man at your door in minutes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he chastises. “I’m fine. I never should have said anything.”

“I worry about you, little brother,” I say, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“Ugh, stop. I forgot how annoying you were,” he teases, laughter pealing out of him.

“I’m going to pee before the flight,” I say once we’ve settled.

“I’ll be here,” he says as I push to my feet and take off.

The airport is pretty quiet, considering the amount of traveling everyone has been doing this weekend, and thankfully, there isn’t a line for the bathroom.

“Oh shit,” I hiss when I reach behind me for the cell that I’d slid into my back pocket and come up empty.

Praying it just fell out on my seat and hasn’t been stolen, I quickly do my business, wash my hands, and race back.

The second Garrett looks up at me, his eyes twinkling with delight and a smug grin playing on his lips, I know exactly where it is.

And I know I’ve been busted.

“Everything okay?” I ask, hoping to play it off as I lower my ass to the seat beside him, where my cell rests.

“Really, you’re going to play that game?”

“What game? I’m not playing games.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, sure. So this man you’re seeing that hasn’t stopped messaging you all weekend⁠—”

“Garrett,” I warn.

“Oh my god,” he gasps. “It is, isn’t it? It’s him?”

I want to tell him that I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I don’t make a habit of outright lying to my brother. Or anyone, for that fact.

Instead, I wake my cell up and balk at the number of messages from Calvin that are waiting for me. I have the message preview off, so Garrett wouldn’t have been able to read anything, but seeing his name that many times on my screen is more than enough evidence.

“Calvin Keller is going to be my brother-in-law,” Garrett sings, fanning his face. “I can still lust over him, right? Oh my god, how is he in bed? Is his…” He looks around before leaning in so only I can hear. “Is his cock as huge as I imagine it to be?”

My cheeks heat, embarrassment taking hold.

“You’ve slept with him, right? I need everything, Sisi. Give me all the details.”

“Have you forgotten that I’m your sister?” I deadpan, aware that he usually shies away from any conversation that involves my sex life. Probably for the best I don’t really have one, I guess.

“No, of course not. I’m just…pushing that aside for a moment so I can live vicariously through you.”

33

SIENNA

I’m exhausted by the time I pull into the parking garage under my apartment building.

It’s only early evening, and I only had a two-hour flight, but I feel like I’ve been traveling all day. All I want to do is shower the scent of airplane off me, put on some comfy pajamas, and curl up on my couch with some home renovation show playing in the background while I doomscroll.

But the second I turn toward my allocated parking bay, it soon becomes obvious that my plans might have just changed.

My heart thunders in my chest and my temperature spikes as it becomes harder than ever to concentrate on not crashing.