Page 45 of Stolen Kisses

"Are you excited about the job?" he asked eventually.

"Yes. And that's saying something, because when I decided to look for one, I was dreading it. Yet for some reason, I'm super excited."

He tilted his head. "Maybe I'm the reason."

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I clasped and unclasped my hands on the strap of my bag. I couldn't even argue with him on it.

I opened my mouth, but just then, the doors of the elevators opened.

"The two people I was looking forward to seeing," a man said.

"Wyatt, what are you doing at the office this early?" Chase asked.

"I was at the gym. I’m still a bit jet-lagged." He turned to me as Chase and I stepped in. "Wyatt Sterling. Nice to meet you. Hannah, I presume?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Let's see. You've made quite a ruckus with your test score. And I've heard conflicting reports"—he looked from me to Chase—"about how you got to apply with us in the first place."

I bit the inside of my cheek. Wyatt’s appearance was a bit contradictory. He was wearing a suit, but his hair was slightly disheveled. And when he ran his hand through it, the sleeve of his shirt slipped a few inches down his wrist, revealing a tattoo. His eyes were identical to Chase's.

"I can't believe I'm the last one in the loop," he told Chase.

"About what?" I asked.

"Wyatt," Chase said. His voice sounded dangerous. "Don't make Hannah uncomfortable."

He turned to glance at me. "Am I doing that?"

"No. I'm confused right now," I said.

"Oh good, confused is better than uncomfortable. Anyway, nice to meet you. Now I can see what my brothers were talking about."

"Wyatt," Chase said again.

Wyatt held his hands up. "Fine. I'll see you around, Hannah," he said with a nod as the doors opened.

I stepped out, and so did Chase.

“What was that about?” I asked once the doors closed behind us. "That he can see what his brothers are talking about?"

Chase was completely silent.

I grimaced and whispered, "Your brothers know about everything?"

"Yes."

Holy shit, he just owned up to that.

"Oh, wow. Okay."

"Don't worry, they all know how to behave. Except Wyatt, it seems."

“On a scale from Knox to you, where does Wyatt fit?”

He burst out laughing. “Closer to Knox. But if he ever hears about your scale, he won’t be pleased.”

“Duly noted.”

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