Chapter 35

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“Look, that bitch is kissing him!” Abby practically shredded Will’s arm after he parked the truck as close to the front doors as he could get her. It was cold out, and dark and didn’t a good brother make sure his sister was safely inside, so no rapists or serial killers got her? “Who is kissing who?’

“Dylan’s kissing Fletcher, that bitch!”

At Dylan’s name, Will’s hand jerked. And he had to look. He had been thinking about Dylan for days. Since long before he had driven those two loads from Finley Creek and everything. “So? She’s like living with him, isn’t she?”

He tried to keep it cool and everything. Even though this was the last thing he wanted to talk about.

Dylan was living in the guy’s house, probably wandering around it in pajamas that didn’t hide a damned thing. Probably right there in Fletcher’s damned way. Of course, the other guy would take advantage. She had probably been fucking him long before she moved in with him. Why wouldn’t Fletcher put the moves on her? Dylan was the hottest woman in Masterson now.

Rage had Will simmering. He didn’t say a word to his sister, who was still bitching. When she stopped, he opened his door. “I’ll walk you inside.”

“Why? Need another soda? They aren’t interested in a loser like you, Will. They never will be. They are too good for us. You are better off getting with Caitlyn or something. She’s more your speed.”

Caitlyn was just a teenager. Like eighteen or nineteen. She was hot, though. He’d thought that before. He wouldn’t have minded before. Except… she was smart. Worked hard. She wasn’t like Abby and Braelyn in a lot of ways. They were in their early thirties but the two of them acted like stupid high school girls.

Caitlyn didn’t.

She was going places, that kind of thing. Even if she barely talked that much.

“I like Caitlyn just fine. I would screw her if she’d let me.” At one time, he’d thought about it. But he was seven or eight years older than that girl and she was working so she could pay for college or something, and didn’t really have family other than Braelyn. She didn’t need a guy like him getting in the way of that. Screwing up her future and stuff.

Besides, he was ready for a woman more his own age. He was only three or four years older than Dylan. “But I’m too old for Caitlyn. She’s just a kid.”

“Caitlyn’s being a total bitch. Told me to just mind my own business the other day. I just wanted to know where Dylan was since I had to work for her this time.”

“Where was Dylan? Was she sick or something?”

“Fletcher took her with him to Texas for some reason. Probably to carry his bags. That’s all that bitch is good for.”

He understood then. That was what had had his sister acting like a total bitch this past week.

Dylan had the man Abby wanted. And Abby didn’t know what to do about it. “Just get over it, Ab. Dylan’s with Fletcher now. Find another guy, will you?”