Page 132 of All We Need

The only downside?There’sstill been no word fromHarvey, who refuses to takeMartin’scalls and hasn’t responded to his letters.

We take each day, enjoy the other’s company, and ensure the next day is better than the last.

“Evenin’, gentlemen.”Iswivel on my stool toward the gruff voice.

Dex towers aboveGrahamand me as we sit at the bar inShirley’s.

My brother looks aroundDex’swide shoulders. “Ishe with you?”

“Nah.He’llbe here soon,”Dexreplies and glances at our empty glasses. “I’llget another round.”

“Would it kill him to be on time?”Grahamwhines asDexwalks to the other side of the bar to greetLenny.

Patrick sent us all a very ominous text this afternoon, asking to meet atShirley’sfor a drink.HeandJohannaspent the weekend at one ofDex’sother cabins.Consideringthe debaucheryAlyandIgot up to inTheNook, they should be grateful it wasn’t available.

Chuckling,Ibutt shoulders with him. “We’reearly, you martian.Can’tyou be away fromQuinnfor a few hours?”

His lips twitch.That’sa no then.

Suddenly looking very smug, he swipes his glasses off his face and cleans them on his sweater. “Hello, pot.Meetkettle.”

I gawk and jab at my chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you.You’reattached toAlessandralike a bad rash.Poorgirl is going to need treatment for life.”

From across the bar,Dexwatches us, reading our lips and chuckling to himself before returning. “Ohgood.We’realready discussingBoothandAly’sexcessivePDA?”

“The fuck?”Mygaze dances between the two of them. “Wedo not partake inPDA, thank you very much.”

Considering our labelless relationship, we keep our physical interactions to a minimum.Behindclosed doors, however, my hands are glued to her.Ormy lips.Ortongue.Orco?—

“You’re doing it right now!”Grahamprotests with a look of disgust.

I throw my hands up in question. “Doingwhat?”

“Making the same face you use when you’re looking atAly.”

Dex slaps me on the shoulder with his beefy hand, probably bruising me. “WhatGraham’strying to say is that you eye fuck each other.All.The.Time.”Hesettles on the stool to my left. “Faceit.You’rewhipped.”

I turn my snarl toGrahamwhen he mimics the crack of a whip.

“Oh, you think you’re funny?”

He takes a slow sip of his club soda, smirking at me over the rim. “Hilarious, actually.”

My head swings left to right. “Wedo noteye fuck.I’mnot whipped.We’rejust…we’re just…”

Ah, fuck.I’mstumped.

“You, my friend, are well and truly fucked.”Dex’ssmile widens at something over my shoulder. “Lookslike all theSadlerbrothers are.Herecomes lovesick fool number one.”

We follow his line of sight to findPatrickbouncing in, with the same size grin he wore the dayLottiewas born.Istraighten,heart pounding in excitement. “Hedid it?”Iwhisper toGraham, who shrugs.

“That, orLottieis going to be a big sister.”Evenhis stoic ass is incapable of hiding his joy asPatrickjoins us.

“Hey, sorryI’mlate.”Mybig brother only smiles wider before letting out a breath.

“Something you want to share,Pat?”Dexteases.

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