Page 19 of One Little Mistake
What the fuck is wrong with me?Deciding I need someone to give it to me straight without rubbing my nose in it for years to come, I grab my phone to text Halton. Halt is the one brother even less interested in bull shit than me.
Easton: What are you up to?
Halton: What do you need?
Easton: What makes you think I need something?
Halton: You’re texting me. I’m not really known as the brother you reach out to shoot the shit with.
Fuck.He has me there.
Halton: Ash and Colt are here. Ash wants to know how Lexi is?
Great. So much for not blowing my cover.
Easton: She’s fine.
(Halton added Colton to the conversation)
Colton: Has she ripped off your balls yet?
Easton: Fuck off.
(Colton added Preston to the conversation)
Preston: Hey, fuckwads. What’s up?
Halton: East texted to say, “hey.”
Preston: …
Colton: He’s with Lexi in NYC.
(Colton added Ashton to the conversation)
Preston: East. What did I tell you? Lexi’s hurting right now. She’s off limits.
Now I’m pissed, and I can’t explain why.
Easton: Don’t I fucking know it. How the hell am I supposed to help the girl if no one tells me a goddamn thing about her?
Ashton: It isn’t our story to tell, East. But I think you guys have more in common than you realize.
Preston: Ash, you’re fucking scary with the intel you hold, you know that, right?
Halton: Not that I don’t love my phone blowing up with this bullshit, but was there an actual reason you texted, East?
Easton: Nothing important. I’m meeting with Douglas tonight. Make sure you have the financials locked down, so when he’s ready to sign, we can move forward.
Halton: Already done.
Colton: Have fun with Lexi-con.
Easton: Don’t call her that, you moron.
Preston: Remember what I said, East.
Easton: I have to go. Talk to y’all later.
