Page 3 of Sin Bin Daddies
I shove through the exit and into the humid Boston air, sucking in a deep, shaky breath. I think about calling Mom.
But then I remember.
She loves Ethan. “He’s such a respectable young man, Maddie! So smart! So charming!” Yeah. Real fucking charming.
My hands shake too much to text, and suddenly, I’ve never wanted a best friend more in my entire life.
But I don’t have one.
What I have is my older brother, so I call him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up, laughing in that easy way of his, like he’s in the middle of something good.
“Mad Maddie,” Henry greets. “To what do I owe the honor?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“Maddie?” he tries again, voice shifting. “You good?”
In the background, I hear Logan’s voice—Henry’s husband—low, teasing.
“Who’s that?” Logan asks.
Henry sighs. “My sister, being cryptic as fuck.”
I choke on something between a sob and a laugh.
Henry’s voice sharpens immediately. “Mads. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say, voice cracking like my fucking dignity.
“What’s. Up.”
And then it all spills out of me.
Ethan. The cheating. The lab. The stapler.
Henry’s silent for half a second before he erupts. “I’m gonna kill him.”
I sniff. “You can’t.”
“The fuck I can’t?—”
“He’s your colleague.”
“That means nothing,” he growls.
“Ethan’s also the head of department and technically your boss,” I remind him, wiping at my face.
Henry breathes heavily through his nose. “Fine. Then I’ll make it look like an accident.”
“Henry—”
“Maddie, I swear to fucking god, I will?—”
“Henry,” Logan cuts in, voice calm, firm. “Not helpful.”
Henry mutters something aggressively violent.
