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The mention of Bo’s name sent a shot of adrenaline through her. There was no way she could let Bastian—or Remy—make this about him. Turning on the second step, she said, “Absolutelynot.”
The grin that stretched across his face was so gleeful it almost made him look like Tim Burton’s version of the Mad Hatter. “Methinks thou dost protest too much,” he said.
Terrified her problems would lap over onto Bo, she lifted her chin. “You want to blame what’s happening between Remy and me on your caretaker?” she said. “Take a look at this.”
Navigating to the video where Remy was kissing his date last night, she turned the screen on her phone to face him. He tried to take it, but she pulled her hand back. “No. Just watch.”
He bent closer as he did. Then he started to laugh almost maniacally and couldn’t seem to stop.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you,” she said and stomped up the stairs before slamming and locking her door.
You’re losing her. You realize that, don’t you?
After what’d happened with Lyssa, Bastian couldn’t help taking great satisfaction in the trouble between Remy and Ismay. He knew he shouldn’t goad his brother. No one could be more vindictive. But it was such perfect revenge that he couldn’t stop himself from gloating, especially since he hadn’t even had to do anything to break them up. Remy had handled that himself.
What are you talking about?his brother texted back.She’s not going anywhere.
You might want to tell her that.
Is she moving out?
Not right now, but I believe she’s thinking about it.
We’re going through a rough patch. That’s all. Once I get there, everything will be okay.
Not if Bo has anything to say about it.
Quit trying to make me jealous! Bo can’t offer her what I can.
*I* have everything you do, he pointed out.
No, you don’t. We might look the same, but we’re not.
Thank God.
She would never be interested in a rich derelict like you, and she would never be interested in a mere *caretaker.*
Bastian glared at his brother’s words. Remy had always acted so fucking superior. The shrink their mother had taken Bastian to years ago said Remy was just trying to establish his own identity. But it was more than that.Waymore.
Tamping down the anger that’d welled up and ruined his buzz, he took another shot of whiskey before responding.
I don’t think you know her that well. Or you don’t understand her.
His fingers fumbled with the keys. He had to go back to correct several words, but he took the time to do it because he didn’t want to create an even easier target for his brother. Remy had always made him feel like he was the dumber twin.
You’ve got her all wrong. She’s not materialistic.
Every woman wants security, bro, especially Ismay. She was raised with very little. She appreciates what I can provide.
Okay, Bastian wrote back.Forget I said anything.He knew acting as though he were throwing up his hands would bother his brother even more than if he kept arguing. And, sure enough, Remy wrote him right back.
You’ve known her how long—a few days? And you think you can tell me what she’s really like?
“Sometimes you miss the obvious,” he said, speaking aloud. “It’s always been that way. Just like with Lyssa.”
She showed me the video, Rem. How long have you been seeing that other woman?
That wasn’t what it looked like.
