Page 29 of Before It Was Love

I frown at her. “I had friends in Atlanta.”

Chloe wraps her arm around my shoulders. “But none as good as us.”

Harper returns with our appetizers and a round of beer. Other girls may drink fancy cocktails with umbrellas in them or sip wine in elegant glasses. Not us. We’re beer lovers at heart. Which is good since we founded a brewery together.

I shove a crabmeat ball into my mouth and moan. “There’s nothing as good as seafood on the island.”

“The girls are back in town. The girls are back in town,” Chloe sings.

“Weston probably has extra patrols out tonight,” Maya says.

“We’re not eighteen anymore. We are no longer troublemakers. We are serious business owners,” I claim.

Paisley raises her eyebrows. “And you didn’t get drunk last Christmas and decide to go skinny dipping with Sammy.”

“No one told me the punch was spiked.” I’m a liar. The punch is always spiked at my house.

“Drunk poker is going to be way more fun with you back home,” Nova declares.

“I can’t believe everyone is still playing drunk poker with my parents every month.”

“I’m going to be playing drunk poker when I’m blind and deaf,” Chloe says.

Paisley purses her lips. “It’s literally impossible to play poker if you can’t see the cards.”

“Good evening, Bootleggers!”

“Oh goodie. The band’s starting. I want to dance.” Chloe shoves me out of the booth.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can get out of dancing tonight,” I say as I stand for her to get up.

“Nope.” She grins. “Especially considering who just showed up.”

I follow her gaze. Flynn.

My nerve endings tingle as they come alive. My body is ready to sprint across the room and jump into his waiting arms.

Except his arms aren’t waiting. And he’s scowling. Just like my big brother.

There’s only one thing to do. I follow Chloe onto the dance floor. I will ignore Flynn the same way I ignore my actual big brother.

My heart snorts.Sure, you will.

Chapter 10

If you’re lucky, you’ll find the one person who will drive you crazy for the rest of your life.

Flynn

Istep into the trailer on the job site and collapse on the chair behind my desk. I’m tired, dirty, and hungry. I’m also afraid to go home where my greatest temptation now lives.

I pick up my phone to order take-out but it rings before I can dial.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Hey, Flynn. You home?” Weston asks.

“At the job site.”

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