Page 19 of Bailey Bangs Her Brother's Best Friend
“What is he doing with the liquor permit?”
Silas shrugs.“Who knows.Maybe he thinks he can lure a tenant in—maybe he even thinks Morgan would rent from him, which will never happen.The rates he’s asking—” Silas’s brow crinkles, and he leans back in his chair, digging his phone out of his pocket.He glances at the screen.
“Do you need to get that?”I ask, taking a sip from my glass.
“It’s your brother.I’ll call him back later.Anyway, Rance has priced the rent too high.He’ll do what he does with every other property and hold on to it until?—”
Now my phone buzzes with an incoming call, muting the music.
I flip my phone over.It’s my brother.I exchange a glance with Silas and then answer.“Hello?”
“Can I come visit you for a few days?”
“Well, hello to you, too, brother dearest.I’m not home right now, but you have a key.What did you do?”
On the counter, Silas’s phone lights up and buzzes once, twice, again.Great.Whatever this is, it’s already spreading through Here like wildfire.
“Why would you assume I did something?”Hunter sounds offended.
“Because you’re calling me asking to flee the county.What happened?”
Hunter’s sigh is long, and for a moment I think he’s not going to answer me.But then it comes, so mumbled I barely hear it.
“Say that again and loud enough so I can hear you,” I needle him.
“I punched someone.”
My jaw nearly hits the table.“You did WHAT?”
Silas’s eyebrow raises at my tone.He’s been typing on his phone and then he lifts it to his ear.
My brother speaks slowly and overly loud.“I punched.A guy.At the bar.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose.“How...what...Never mind, I don’t want to know.Just...you’ve got a key, right?”
“Yeah.”Hunter’s voice sounds so dejected that I feel sorry for snapping.
“Did he deserve it?”I ask.
“Hell yeah.”
“Well, okay then.Don’t make a mess in my place, and I’ll be home in a few days.”
“A few days?Where are you?”
“In None of Your Business.Love you.”
I hang up before he can answer.
“So,” Silas starts.“I have a voicemail from your brother and ashit tonof text messages in our group chats.”
“Yeah,” I say.I bet the Herevians are going bananas with the news that my brother punched someone at On the Rocks.
Silas is scrolling, and his eyebrows get higher and higher.“Your brother punched Morgan’s brother?”
“Wait,” I say.“Hunter punched...Greg?”
“Graham,” Silas corrects.
