Page 29 of Curious

Jeremy looked down on him, disgusted. “You’re afraid she’ll tell Jen about what you really did, aren’t you? Natasha is too good a person to do that. She knows what the Finn brothers would do to you if they found out. What I was tempted to do as soon as she told me.”

Scott’s face twisted with bravado. “The Finn brothers. Like they can talk. They have everything they want and they’ll still dip their wick into any woman with a pulse. That night is proof. I caught one of them taking a turn in their car with that bitch after she turned me down. She wasn’t doing much to push him away either. It was a hell of a show.”

Jeremy’s fist tightened on Scott’s collar until he started to choke and tried to bat him away. “You must be mistaken. And you really don’t know when to stop talking, do you? All these years and you’ve never learned.”

“Fuck you. You’re just Owen’s lapdog. You’re no better than me, Porter. A stray dog they pity and teach to beg for scraps at their table. Only you actually think they’re doing you a favor. You actually think you’re family.”

Jeremy lifted his fist in warning and Scott instantly held up his hands. “No, no, shit, I’m sorry, okay? I admit it, I didn’t want Jen to know. I love her and I didn’t want her to know.”

Jeremy let him go and stepped back, noticing the other men had stopped working to watch them. Great. Owen would know about the tussle before the day was over.

“I’m going to give you some advice, though I know you won’t take it. If you really love her? You need to straighten the hell up and realize how lucky you are. You don’t think it hurts her, the way you feel about her family? She believes you can be a good man, despite all evidence to the contrary, and she’s stood by while you keep throwing her faith back in her face. Stop stealing, stop lying and try being worthy of your fiancée for once. If you don’t, my new job is going to be making your life miserable. You’ve got it coming and I’ll enjoy it.”

He turned and walked around his truck, climbing into the driver’s side and starting the engine before he looked up again. Scott was still there, rubbing his neck and glaring at him now that he thought there was a safe distance between them.

Jeremy rolled down his passenger side window and leaned toward it with a scowl. “Call me a dog again and I’ll bury your bones where no one can find them.” It was satisfying to see the man pale as he drove away.

Scott was a moron. The worst kind. He didn’t know how good he had it. When Jeremy was younger, the only thing he’d wanted more than he wanted to draw was to be a member of the Finn family.

Of course, now there was something he wanted more than that. One thing. One Finn in particular.

“Hell.”

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