Page 56 of Bailey Bangs Her Brother's Best Friend
“I bet it’s a woman,” Morgan says from the back.
Kit snorts.“I’m not taking that bet.”
I definitely don’t want to be talking about this right now, so I change the subject.“Speaking of women, that was a mighty fine speech you gave back there, Morgan.I bet one or two of those women thought they could get you to settle down.”
“Yup.”I don’t even have to turn around to know he’s smiling.“That’s why two of them gave me their numbers.”
“Ooooo,” Kit and I both say at the same time.It’s not uncommon for any of us to get digits while working this gig, although Morgan gets more of them than the rest of us.Between this and bartending at On the Rocks, he’s a popular guy.
“Are any of them the future Mrs.Law?”Kit asks.
Morgan laughs the idea off.“Do you really see me getting engaged any time soon?Hell will freeze over.”
Morgan and Kit spend the rest of the ride debating whether we should add a Regency-themed package to our offerings (”We could wear cravats!”“No one knows what a cravat is, Morgan”), and I stare out the window, watching Here pass by.
They’re still arguing when Kit pulls into my driveway.
“Okay, who wants to see the dresser?”I ask.Before the Taylor house job I was telling these two about the refinishing project I just finished.
“I’m out,” Kit says.“I’ve got to get two other units cleaned today.But I’m free for a run tomorrow morning.”
“I’m down for a run.And I wanna see your dresser.”Morgan hops out the back.We both grab our things and wave to Kit as he pulls away.
Morgan beats me to the porch and nudges something with his toe.
“Uh, Silas.”
“What is it?”When his foot finally moves, I can see that there’s a box on my welcome mat.
Huh.That’s weird.I didn’t order anything.
Morgan bends down, his backpack falling off his shoulder as he picks the box up.He squints at the label.“Why is there a package addressed to you and Bailey Price?”He stops.Looks up at me.Looks back down at the box.“Bailey Price?”
Fuck.
“It’s...I can explain.”
“Why is there a package addressed to both you and Hunter’s sister?”Morgan’s voice is quizzical, but I can see the gears turning in his head.“You two working on some kind of project?”
“Sort of.I mean, not really.It’s complicated.”
Morgan’s eyes widen.“Oh my god.”
“Morgan—”
“She’s the woman.”It’s not a question.“Bailey.Bailey is the woman who’s got you acting weird.”
I close my eyes.“Yeah.”
“Holy shit.”He sets the package down on the porch like it might explode.“Holy shit, Silas.Hunter’s sister?You’re seeing Hunter’s sister?”
“Could you maybe not say that quite so loud?”
He lowers his voice to an aggressive whisper.“How long?”
“A few months.”
“A FEW MONTHS?”The whisper breaks on the last word.“You’ve been secretly hooking up with Bailey Price for MONTHS?”
