Page 78 of Comeback
“I like her.”
Despite my words, his body language doesn’t relax.
“Okay,” he says like he’s waiting for the catch.
“Wow. You’re really going to make me spell this out,” I say more to myself than him. “I like her in the way you like London.”
He still says nothing, and his brows are now tugging together in the center, forming a crease.
“I want to date your sister,” I say. There, it’s all out there. Well, most of it. I doubt he wants to hear about how I had her in my bed last night.
“And she feels the same?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
I mean, at least, I think so. Hopefully she wouldn’t send me into this situation knowing the likely outcome would be me getting my ass kicked for nothing.
“You and my sister. You and Sabrina. My best friend and my secret sister…” He trails off, staring over the dashboard to the road. Maybe I should have driven.
“Yeah,” I say. Is it hot in here? I crack the window to let in a little air.
“How did this happen?” he asks, then, “Whatexactly has happened?”
I shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat, tugging at the seat belt that now feels like it’s choking me. “Well, I’ve always been attracted to her…”
He shoots me a glare. To his credit, I don’t think he intends to glare, but he’s obviously struggling to put this together. I think I broke his brain.
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to like her. I was afraid she was going to dip out on you again or that she was going to use your money or fame.”
“Sabrina isn’t like that. Hell, I’ve offered to give her money so many times and she’s never taken it.”
“I know. I realize that now. She’s cool and funny, smart, beautiful.”
The crease is back and it’s Brogan’s turn to shift uncomfortably.
“If you don’t want me to date her, I won’t.” I swallow down the lump that tries to form in my throat. That option would suck, but it’s true.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You haven’t really said anything,” I point out.
The truck comes to a stop. I look around. We’re on a side street with very little traffic. Quiet, deserted, good place to dump the body of your former best friend maybe.
Brogan faces me. I can’t read his expression at all and that worries me. I always know what Brogan is thinking. We’ve been friends for so long sometimes I think I know how he’ll react better than he does.
“Let me get this straight. You like Sabrina. You want to date her, but you want my approval?”
I bob my head. “Yeah, pretty much.”
A hint of a grin appears, pulling up one side of his mouth. “And if I say no, you’re going to stay away from her?”
A bitter taste forms in my mouth. “Yes.”
“Well, fuck…” His expression slowly morphs into a wide grin. “I’m drunk on the power.”
“Fuck off.”
“No, okay. For real, you think this could be something or this is you asking for permission to sleep with her? Or, fuck, did you already sleep with her? Nope. Don’t answer that.” He holds up a hand to stop me.
