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“Eh,” Chevelle groans. “Justice is with Brody. He has rude names for me, Erika, damn.”

The redhead laughs.

Chevelle tells her, “You’re his pal. That leaves Justice. You have to be team Chevelle still, and tell me, does Brody have an evil name for me?”

“Yeah,” I reply, hugging her.

Erika looks up at us hugging. “I’m not a hugger. I kiss girls, though.”

I give her forehead a smooch.

“Not those kisses.” Erika clicks her tongue.

“Well then, I’ll pass.” I offer a good-natured wink.

“Wits with the two of ye and that line. I’ll pass.” Her hands lift into the air. “Well, at least ye’re taking the news well. Chevelle offered to jump Brody the other night on yer behalf.”

“Jump him?” My eyes flit between them.

“I wasn’t going to jump him. My best friend refused to help.” Chevelle rolls her eyes.

“Och, because yer lifelong best friend, Leith, is his bràthair.”

With a wicked grin, Chevelle says, “Yeah, so you proved my point. Jumping him is out. I had a bottle in my hand when he said you two were getting married, Erika.”

“Married,” I gasp, distress dawning slowly across my face.

“Och, shite,” Erika mutters.

“Oh, hon.” Chevelle inhales.

The guys have entered the gleaming lavish foyer.

“Och.” Brody comes toward me. His features slightly shift as I hold him beneath my intense scrutiny. Does he care about me at all?

I step back. “So, the spa was your attempt at an apology. But how did the sex figure in?”

My stomach clenches. The world is spinning.

Brody’s palms anchor my hips. “Don’t say that, lass.”

In a wobbly tone, I ask, “You could screw me and—”

Through tensed lips, he declares, “I tried to tell ye, lass.”

Leith groans, “Bràthair—”

“Feck ye, Leith. Ye already said yer piece outside.” With one hand behind my back and the other on my cheek, Brody says, “Let’s go talk, just the two of us.”

“Let me go,” I croak.

Chevelle fumes. “You tricked me into letting you pick up Justice from the airport, Brody!”

Erika rants in Gaelic.

“Nae, everyone, give us a fecking minute.” Brody has his eyes on me only. “We will have that talk now.”

“No.”


Tags: Amarie Avant MacKenzie Scottish Crime Family Romance