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“Absolutely not,” she huffs. Even though we’re on the phone, I can see her hand on her hip as she puffs out her chest.
Damon walks into my office and sits down. I hold up my index finger. He nods, waiting for me to finish.
“You better not tell her, Syd.” Damon’s eyebrows go up when he hears her name.
I shake my head, covering the mouthpiece. I whisper to him, “That ship has sailed.” He flips me off. I still don’t know why he acted like he was dating someone when he wasn’t. It’s not like him to try and make a woman jealous.
“I promise, I won’t. You don’t know how many times I’ve tried to surprise her, so I’m invested as much as you are,” she says. “But you know Addie, she’s like a freaking bloodhound. She knows when things are amiss.”
“I’d say more like a German shepherd,” I chuckle, thinking about my gorgeous girlfriend. “She can kick some ass.”
We end our call after we go over a few more details. The place and date are set. Now all we need to do is keep it under wraps. Damon is sitting back with his foot over his other leg, his fingers tented against his lips.
“What’s up?” I ask him.
He takes a few moments before he answers. I narrow my eyes, surprised by his serious expression. He’s probably wondering the same thing as Syd. Can I actually get away with this? Fuck yes, I can. My job is lying, and I’m damn good at it. This is officially my next assignment.
But when he starts talking, I’m taken by surprise. “Do you really think that ship has sailed?”
I don’t even know how to answer that. He knows about Max so the fact that he’s asking this floors me.
“What?” I say, looking at him with utter shock.
“I was stupid for saying I was dating someone.” He sighs. “I thought she’d be jealous or something like that. I never would’ve thought she would have hooked up with Max.”
“But she did.”
“I don’t need the reminder, asshole.”
I sit back in my chair, crossing my arms. I look around the room because fuck, I’m at a loss for words. I don’t want to be part of this situation. They’re big boys. They can deal with it between themselves. I just hate that a girl is getting in between a friendship. In all the years we’ve been friends, we have never gone down this road.
“They both say it was a drunken night. It meant nothing,” he says, trying to justify the need to further pursue her.
It might have meant nothing to Syd, which I find hard to believe in the first place, but I know it meant more to Max. Unfortunately, he won’t act on it, especially knowing that Damon still likes her. And Syd made it pretty clear that it was just sex.
I run my hand through my hair. If Syd wasn’t Addison’s best friend …
“I know what you’re thinking,” Damon grunts, pulling me from my murderous thoughts.
No, buddy, I don’t think you do.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Syd like an annoying little sister. She definitely gives Katie a run for her money in that department. But she’s coming between two of my brothers. Which is why I have always had the rule: never date my fucking sister.
“I just can’t get her out of my mind. Every time I see her, there’s this connection.”
I get it. I know what that slap in the face—like your life is saying wake the fuck up and look at what’s in front you—feels like. I just don’t understand how he thinks Syd feels that connection, too, when she slept with one of his best friends.
I sigh. “Damon, I want to say she’s not worth it, but Addison would probably rip my nuts off if she heard me say that.” He chuckles and nods, automatically covering his groin with his hand. Yeah, I know firsthand how it feels to have your balls in a vise grip, literally. No, thanks. “I can’t tell you what to do. I don’t even know what you should do. I’ve had one relationship my entire life. And we’ve seen how smoothly that’s gone.”
He laughs out loud. “Smooth as a fucking roller coaster.”
“Exactly.” I smile, thinking about Addison. “But it’s about to be smooth sailing.”
“Aiden, for all that you’ve both been through, I wish nothing more than that to be true,” he says. My smile widens just thinking about our future. Together. It’s my job to make that happen.
“So what do you need me to do for the party?” he questions.
“Just make sure everyone gets there by seven o’clock. I’ll need you to do airport shuttles for everyone coming in,” I say, mentally checking off lists.
