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She had said her piece and was done with him. She didn’t want to see him. It had taken everything she had to avoid him.
“We’re going over there. He’s going to give me a piece of my mind.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Alana groaned. Yup, her friend was tipsy.
Sofie spun around and stalked toward the front door.
Alana set her lap tray on the coffee table and got off the couch, taking off after Sofie.
“You’re in no mind to go yell at someone.”
“I’m not that drunk. I just need to yell at the man who made my best friend cry,” she snapped. She was out the door and in the hallway in the blink of an eye.
“Sheesh,” Alana whispered. Whatever sickness this was had her feeing under the weather. She made it out into the hallway, just in time for Sofie to bang on the door. Alana rolled her eyes. She was sure the neighbors around the corner had heard the ruckus. “What are you, the police?”
Sofie shrugged. “With the music blasting, he may not hear us.”
The door swung open, startling them.
Alana turned to the door and froze in place.
Sofie stood froze next to her and turned her attention to Alana.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
That was not London.
He looked similar to London, but he wasn’t. He was about the same height, slightly leaner, a light scar on his chin. He kept his hair a little longer than London did.
“Who are you?” Alana asked, her heart pounding in her chest. She already knew the answer. Her palms grew sweaty as she stared at him.
“Jaxon.” He leaned against the doorjamb, grinning at Sofie, his Southern drawl just as thick as London’s. “And you are?”
“I’m Sofie,” she answered, annoyed. She rolled her eyes and motioned to Alana. “This is Alana.”
“Where’s London?” Alana asked, finally able to compose herself. She needed to speak with him, now.
“He’s at home.” Jaxon folded his arms over his wide chest. He and London had similar features, but one could definitely tell the brothers apart. Alana’s chest constricted.
Oh, God.
Had she made a mistake?
“As in, in there?” Alana pointed into London’s condo. “Or at his house in the suburbs?”
“Not sure why, but he moved out of here two weeks ago, like the gates of hell had opened. The bastard wouldn’t tell me why, either. He’s been staying at the lakefront house ever since.” Jaxon straightened to his full height, towering over both of them, his gaze going back to Sofie. “I’m having a small get-together, and you two are more than welcome to join us.”
“Nah. We’re good.”
Grabbing Alana’s arm, Sofie practically dragged her back into her apartment.
“Suit yourself. Change your mind, just come back over,” Jaxon offered with a laugh.
Sofie slammed the door to Alana’s apartment shut and barked, “What the hell is going on?”
Alana stood frozen in place, unsure.
“Oh, God. Did I confuse them?”
