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“My half-brother.” I realize that I haven’t spoken to Max other than a quick text telling him I was here and safe. “The night before I met my dad, I went to a bar in the town over and hooked up with a guy-”

Max gasps, interrupting me. “Don’t tell me you slept with one of the bikers?”

“Well, it’s a little more…controversial than that.”

Max and Bron just stare back at me expectantly.

“I slept with Booker, my stepbrother.”

They blink at me perfectly in sync. Weirdos.

“That’s the reason Reed is being unwelcoming. You’re his brother, and you slept with his other brother.”

“Pretty much.” I don’t have the energy to go into my other theories.

“Is it awkward with your stepbrother?” Bron asks, looking like this is the juiciest tea ever. “Can I tell Tyler?”

“Go for it,” I say, rolling my eyes. “It’s not that awkward. It’s more confusing.”

“Why? Is he being mean to you?” Max looks like he’s about to get up and fight someone on my behalf.

“He’s not being mean. He-he wants a repeat.” They gasp again. Seriously, is Lakehaven that tame that my stepbrother wanting to have sex with me is shocking? “He actually wants more than that. He wants to date.”

“Wow,” is all Bron says.

“Do you want to date him?” Max asks gently.

“I don’t know how that would work with our parents being married.”

“That isn’t a no.”

“Can we do stepbrother role play?” says Bron suddenly. Max’s hand flies to his throat as if he is literally clutching pearls.

“Oooooh, am I going to get a live sex show?” I can’t help but tease. There is zero desire from any of us to watch the other have any kind of sexy times, but it is funny as fuck to wind them up. “I wanna see some hockey butts.”

I see a movement at the corner of my eye and turn to see a thunderous-looking Booker.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Even angry, I want to let this man do anything to me.

Chapter ten

Booker

Sitting in church is painful when I know Nicky is in the building, and I can’t go and see him right now.

“Booker, are you listening?” Kenny yells at me. Everyone’s eyes are on me. Fuck, what did I miss?

“Umm…”

“He was probably daydreaming about Nicky again,” Fizz helpfully supplies. “It’s his new hobby. That and leaving his bedroom door open in case he happens to walk past.”

Okay, so he isn’t wrong, but he didn’t have to blast me like that.

Kenny just rolls his eyes.

“Think about Nicky later. Right now, I need to think about Keith Ugart and the fact Michelle got a card from him yesterday.” He looks around the table, his mouth in a grim line. “It was hand delivered.”

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