Maybe he’s stupid enough to risk a fight with someone twice his size. Or maybe he’s brought his friends along.
Either way, if it’s him, I’ll have to make sure it stays outside. I promised Primrose I’d make sure nothing happened to her, and I meant it.
I reach the door, mind and body alert, and open it. Unfortunately, on the other side, I’m met by eyes just like mine.
Aaron.
“What thefuck, Logan?”
Here we go. “Good morning.”
“Arson? Seriously?” he asks as he barges into the house.
Crossing my arms, I close the door and try as hard as I can not to laugh at his hair, glued on his head. Did he dip his head in Vaseline? “Keep your voice down. I have a?—”
“A girlfriend? Yes, I heard. Is she also a criminal? Is that why she’s covering for you?”
Thinking of her rainbow earrings and the sloths on her underwear, I can’t help but smirk. “Oh, yeah. A real mobster.” Before he even opens his mouth, I raise a hand. “Look, I’ll tell you the same thing I told your wife. I had nothing to do with it. Now get lost before you wake Primrose up.”
“Primrose?”
“Yeah. The killer-for-hire I’m dating.”
“Not...” He swallows, then joins his hands together in front of his mouth, the smell of his fancy aftershave making my nose scrunch. “You don’t mean Primrose Bellevue?Sugar High?”
Uh, shit. Do I? What’s a sugar high?
“Logan?” Aaron presses his lips tight for a moment. “Tell me you’re not dating Derek’s stalker.”
My brows raise. “Huh?”
“The woman who keeps harassing him? The influencer?”
She’s aninfluencer?!
Oh my god. I don’t know how it took me so long to realize. She said she’s a public figure, and with those clothes? The amount of words that roll out of her mouth? Of course, she’s an influencer. Sugar High must be her username on whatever platform made her famous.
As if I needed another reason to lose what little respect I had for a woman who would ever date Derek Gracen.
“Wait—is she the one who tried to set his house on fire?”
I shake my head, trying to bury my concern under a mask of indifference. Aaron has always been too smart for his own sake. Smarter than me, for sure. With the fact that he’s five years older than me, he’s also convinced he knows better. “She’s visiting me from Mayfield, and we spent last night fucking in every position I could bend her in, okay?”
He looks away, shaking his head as if he knows I’m lying. “She threatened to kill his dogs. Did you know that, Animal Lover?”
Primrose? Threatened to kill Derek’s dogs? I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t even pet those two old bulldogs, let alone hurt them.
“She hacked his phone. And slashed his tires. And—and—” He looks away as if he’s remembering an old conversation. “She called and texted so many times he had to get a restraining order. She can’t even be here by law.”
“Hm. And you know all of this because...”
“Because Derek told me. Logan, they metonce.” His hands join. “She’s known on social media for being some psycho, and people are bashing her all over the place. If you’re covering for her?—”
I raise a hand. “I thought she was covering for me.”
“Look, I know you’re not dating,” he hisses. “But if you are, maybe you should consider whether you’re part of some scheme to get to Derek.”
“Are you worried about my heart getting broken, big brother?” I snap back. “’Cause you’ve always had a funny way of going about that.”