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“He deserved it. He’s lucky I stopped with one.” Dillon moves the toolbox out of his way with his booted foot and steps through one of the doorways that was not there last week.
He really does work fast. No wonder his business does so well.
I move around the stuff scattered all over and peek my head inside the room Dillon walked into.
No drywall up in here yet, and it’s darker. Just the light from the window illuminates the space. Dillon’s boots make a sticking noise with each step he takes on the tarped floor, and I watch as he slides open the window. It’s so damn hot in here.
“Wanna share why he deserved it?”
Dillon looks over his shoulder at me. “No.”
I huff, curling my fingers around the doorway. “You looked pretty upset with Morgan yesterday. I just happened to notice while Zane was inspecting the dry bushes. Didn’t even realize it was your house, honestly. Until I felt your ire on the breeze and caught a glimpse of you stomping around.”
Dillon sighs, crossing his ridiculously thick arms over his chest. He has those arms… You know the ones. With the tan. With the bulging veins. Why is that so hot?
Dillon is just staring. Glaring? Whatever. “And then Ian said he saw you with Morgan after that. But you were definitely pissed at her. So, why can you talk to her but not Warren?”
“She’s my sister, Emerson. Also, it’s none of your fucking business. God, you Bennets are so nosy.”
My spine snaps straight at his tone. “Excuse you. Us Bennets have been like a second family to you and your sister for years. My mom makes you a damn Easter basket every year and knows your favorite socks for Christmas stockings. Your kid calls her Meemaw! Don’t be an asshole.”
Dillon throws out his hands. “You were hiding in my bushes yesterday.”
“Way to bring up my height, dick. I was not hiding, your bushes are just massive.”
“I made eye contact with Zane, Emerson. He literally cringed. Cut the shit.”
“You sent me a naked picture last night,” I snap.
He blinks, pulling a face like I’m the crazy one. “What? What does that have to do with you spying on me?”
My jaw drops. “Oh my God, Dillon. You were actually naked under the sheet?”
He rubs his temples. “Stop changing the subject. Jesus. No, I won’t tell you why I’m pissed at Warren. No, I’m not interested in speaking to him right now. Stop spying on me. Mind your own business.”
“I don’t know how to mind my own business, Dillon. I’m a Bennet.” I roll my eyes, and Dillon looks like he wants to strangle me.
Boner? Very much.
Emerson
Bitches & Bros
*sends picture of cat*
does she look ill?
Z: are we sure Eleanor is still with us?
Ian: she’s terrifying, bro. :/
Warren: that's a real cat? I thought it was a badly done taxidermy...
actually, fuck all of you. Eleanor will live forever out of spite. I don’t even like her.
Z: It's been 2 years.
*cat emoji* *middle finger emoji*
