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I thought they were best friends, but right now, it almost seems like Levi doesn’t want to talk about him.

Interesting.

Chapter14

Levi

“This was a dumb idea,” I say into the phone, once I’m far enough away from my office.

The one where Sienna is currently reorganizing like it’s her personal mission.

“Steele, settle down. And look at this for what it is. You need help,” Brody insists.

“Do you know how much time it takes to train someone to do new tasks? I can just do it myself in half the time.”

Brody huffs.

“You’re looking at this all wrong. And that’s my fault for letting you just take everything on yourself these last few years.”

“Nope, I’m looking at this pretty clearly.”

I move around boxes, pinching the phone between my ear and shoulder.

“If you ask me, I think you felt guilty, King.”

He’s silent on the other line.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just waiting for you to make sense.”

I roll my eyes.

“Admit it. You felt guilty about Sienna so you made up a job to keep her close.”

I hear him sigh. “

I’m not having this conversation right now. That’s not what happened. Not even close. And as for giving her a job… I saw an opportunity to help you and I took it. Now stop being an ungrateful ass and take the damn help.”

I squeeze the phone, pretending it’s his neck, because I can’t tell Brody that Sienna is more of a distraction than actual help.

How would he take it if I told him that everytime she bends over or licks her supple lips or does anything remotely normal for her, my circuitry goes haywire and activates parts of me that I would rather not admit to my best friend regarding the woman that is his daughter.

“We agreed to thirty days. Give her the thirty days, Steele. Now I got shit to do. If you wanna call me to bitch about things, do it after hours.”

“It’s Sunday,” I tell him.

“Yeah, game day. Or have you forgotten?”

“Shit. That’s today?”

I poke my head out in the hall to look at the paper calendar where I write down all of my commitments. There clearly marked is the seven o’ clock game I’m supposed to be attending with him tonight.

“I told you a month ago.”

“I know, I know. I’ll be there,” I assure him.

“Good, because the car is coming to pick you guys up at four o’clock.”

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