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“Hoping he’s also the jealous type.”
    Something in my chest turns to stone and my eyes snap to hers. “Why?”
    “Because I walked out tonight with another guy, so if he’s not, that long-term plan I’m working on may very well backfire.”
    I can hardly breathe. “Bran is your long-term plan?”
    She sets the ice cream down and turns her body to face me. “We need stability, Lilah. Bran’s family has run that bar forever. They make good money.”
    I’m suddenly ice. “Do you love him?”
    She huffs a laugh through her nose and shakes her head. “I’ve only known him for a week.”
    “So…I’m not following.”
    “I think it could become something, is all I’m saying.”
    I can’t even think. “I’m going to bed,” I say, standing. I take my spoon to the kitchen and get ready for bed, but my heart is pounding so loudly in my ears that there’s no way I can sleep.
    But what I know is, I can’t go back to Sam Hill next weekend.
    Or ever.

Chapter 5
     
     
     
     
     
    Bran
    It’s Friday and I’m wound so fucking tight that I can’t stand still, because I haven’t seen Lilah anywhere but in my fantasies for the last six days. And those fantasies have been mind-blowing.
    When she left last Saturday, she said someone was waiting for her, which probably means she’s got a boyfriend. That would be an obstacle, but not one I’m too worried about. I’ve seen the way she flushes when she looks at me, the way her nipples prick to tight pebbles under her shirt—the same way my cock responds to her.
    So, there’s one thing I’m certain of: I am going to have Lilah.
    The when is less certain.
    I’m pacing behind the bar, trying to sort in my head how long I need to wait before I can fuck Destiny’s sister without being an asshole. At first, I thought a month, but now I’ve convinced myself maybe a week is good enough.
    Because my undeniable truth is that she’s consumed my mind. I haven’t been able to think about anything else all week long. Every night, I’ve stretched out on my bed, pressed my earbuds in and listened to her sultry voice until the sun came up. I’m convinced if sex could sing, it would sound just like Lilah.
    Eight comes and goes, but I don’t start flipping my shit until after nine when she’s still not here. I get so far as to go into the office and pull up Destiny’s file on Mom’s laptop to find her number. I could call her, but then what? Even with my moral compass spinning out of control, I know that asking Destiny why her sister didn’t show up for an unpaid gig is a little off.
    It’s almost nine-thirty and I’m still watching the door like a hawk when Carol leans on the end of the bar and rubs her swollen belly. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought I wanted another kid. I’ve changed my mind.”
    I tear my eyes away from the door and look at her. “A little late for that, do you think?”
    She scowls. “Everything is so much worse this time. My feet are swollen, I can’t eat anything without heartburn, I have to pee all the time, and I can’t sleep. And if I survive all this, my reward is a screaming baby to go with my ornery one-year-old.”
    “I thought you said Wyatt always gets the second nine months,” I say, shoving away from the bar and drawing another Bud for the guy on the stool next to the one I’ve saved for Lilah.
    “I’m hauling it around for the first nine,” she says, heading for the kitchen, “so you damn well better believe it!”
    I set his beer in front of him and realize he’s watching the door almost as intently as me.
    “Dude, what happened to the entertainment?” he asks, gesturing with a nudge of his head at the empty stool.
    My stomach tightens. “Damned if I know.”
    I snap the towel off my shoulder and start wiping down the bar for the thousandth time tonight. My eyes track back to the door when it opens and I hold my breath. When my sister Brenda comes through with a guy I don’t recognize, I crack a