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But I have seen—and taken care of—puppies, and they cry and pee themselves, so there are at least a few similarities.
“Do I look like I’ve been babysitting for extra money?” Tucker scoffs. “And it can’t be that hard to figure out. I’msure I’m not going to have a problem learning how to change diapers.”
I can’t even imagine my baby brother changing diapers. Ever. Under any circumstances. It’s almost as difficult to envision as Trevor changing diapers.
“You guys keep arguing about who’s going to be the favorite.” Walker edges behind us, stepping through the door. “That means you won’t even see me coming.”
I pick up my empty coffee cup and chuck it at him, managing to bounce it off the side of his head before he can duck out of sight. “Everyone sees you coming, asshole. You’re fucking huge.”
Not only is Walker the oldest of us, he’s also the biggest. The guy could have easily been a linebacker if he wanted to. Thankfully, he ditched any dreams he might’ve had for playing ball and started a company named after the mother he lost.
The company we’ve all helped him build.
“I know you think that swimming pool is going to put you in first place, but wait till you see what I’m working on.” Tucker smirks. “Those kids are gonna shit their pants.”
“Literally. All they’re going to do is shit their pants for at least the first year.” Trevor looks between me and Tucker. “You dumbasses are acting like they’re going to walk out as fully formed little people instead of drooling, babbling, needy, energy vampires.”
My brows lift at Trevor’s words. “Holy shit. I didn’t know you hated kids.”
“I don’t hate kids.” Trevor seems offended. “I just see them for what they are. And in the beginning, they’re not going to be doing fun things like swimming in pools and running around indoor playlands.”
Tucker’s arms go out, head tipping back as he turns to Trevor. “What the fuck?”
“You drive right past my house, asshole. I see all the shit you pile in the back of your truck.” Trevor huffs out what might be considered a laugh. “And if you guys want to let Thing One and Thing Two fuck up your houses, that is totally up to you. I’m grateful, because the last thing I want is Cheerios crushed into my furniture and snot wiped across my drapes.”
Shit. I might be screwed.
Because I’ve got a feeling that the same way dogs know who doesn’t like them and focus every bit of their attention on that person, Titus and Mariah’s twins are going to do the exact same thing with Trevor. They’re going to be up his ass all the time.
And he’s going to lose his mind.
But the fact that I’ll get to witness it does make me feel a little better.
24
Brooke
“Ihate that guy.” Maren slams the items on her cart around as she digs through the pile for the things she brought me. “I should have brought him his coffee and thrown it right in his face.”
“Those are some big feelings you’re having.” I’m not trying to therapize my friend—even if she might need it.
I just don’t know that hating Trevor is going to get her anywhere. Actually, I sort of think he might thrive on being hated.
“Ugh. You sound like my sister’s preschool teacher.” Maren hands over the ream of paper I need. “I hate that chick too.”
Maybe I’m misreading Maren’s feelings. Because I know what it’s like to hate someone, and it’s not an emotion I dish out like candy.
It’s actually reserved for a select few.
“Well, you’re going to have to figure out how to deal with him if you want to work here once your contract’s up.” I give her an apologetic look. “Because I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
“At least if I get hired I’ll have health insurance.” Maren grips the sides of her cart, turning for the door. “I can put up with a lot of shit for health insurance.”
I watch as my friend leaves, wishing I could hire her on sooner. Unfortunately, breaking a contract with the temp agency comes with a pretty steep price tag, and would set a precedent the brothers don’t want to start. I get it.
I just don’t like it, and will absolutely be hiring Maren the second I can. I will also be paying her as much as I can. God knows she’s gonna earn it since she’ll likely start right as Titus goes out, and I’m pretty sure most of Titus’s responsibilities are going to fall on me.
Which I actually don’t mind. I love a challenge, and keeping everything up and running will most certainly qualify as a challenge. Plus, I know Titus is only a phone call away, and as long as I don’t abuse that luxury, I’ll have it as a safety net.
