Page 53 of Wilde's End
“I dunno …” I match Kennedy’s whistling for a second. “Seems like a great day to me.”
He scowls, hugging his mug between his hands as he leans against the counter and watches me pour my own cup. Somehow, he’s wearing a hoodie with his gym shorts, even though it’s already warming up. “I hate you both.”
“And we love you very, very much, pumpkin.”
“You’re happy.”
“I’m always happy.”
I feel the searching gaze from under his hood as he drags it from my head to my feet. “Nope. This is actually happy. Not that fake shit you think we don’t notice you putting on.”
Even though I know I shouldn’t say anything, I also don’t see the point in keeping secrets from him. We all know the worst parts of each other, and this will only reinforce what a fuckup I am. “I got laid.”
“About time.” He tilts his head. “You weren’t gone long enough to head home though, so I’m guessing it wasn’t Sutt-fuck.”
“Nope. I promised Kennedy I’m done with him.”
Hart snorts his disbelief, which would irritate me if I hadn’t said I was done with Sutton a hundred times already.
“It was Wilde.”
Coffee shoots from Hart’s mouth as he chokes on the sip he just took. I thump him on the back through his coughing, and it’s not until he stops that I realize we’re not alone.
“Wilde?” Kennedy echoes.
Something twists in my gut, but I force the smile to stay in place. “Yeah. Shocking, huh? I knew that asshole wanted me.”
My brother studies my face, and I try to ignore the disappointment I can feel directed my way. “You knew why I wanted you to block Sutton.”
“Yeah, he was a dick.”
“And you deserved better! How is Wildebetter? I’d actually argue that he’sworse.”
The problem is that I agree with him. “It was a one and done. Relax.”
Kennedy and Hart might look almost identical, but I’m notused to the glare coming from my sweet brother. “It’sneverone and done with you.”
“Last I checked, that was my business.”
“He has a point,” Hart backs me up, sounding like he’s already over the conversation.
He’s on the receiving end of Kennedy’s glare this time. “So you’re just going to support him through this stupid idea?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” He takes another sip of his coffee. “I think that proves I support you both through stupid ideas.”
Okay, so maybe Ishouldn’thave told them about fucking Wilde. Next time, I know to keep things to myself, no matter how badly I want to talk about it.
“Forget I said anything.”
Kennedy pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m going for a walk.”
Neither of us answers as he leaves.
“Interesting plan,” Hart muses. “Every time Wilde tries to run us out of town, you’re just going to bend over and distract him?”
“Fuck you.”
“Valid question from where I’m standing.”
