Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Ava doesn’t even look up from her phone. “A couple months,” Quinn answers. “We’ve known each other for a few years now. We met the first day of our residency.”
I move my gaze to Ava, thinking maybe she’ll add something to that, but she doesn’t. Nothing. Not even a glance at me. I clear my throat, but nothing. I look at Benson, and he shakes his head.
Under his breath, he says, “You’re wasting your time.”
I ignore him. Quinn is a great guy. Surely she’s redeemable. “You must be shy, Ava. You don’t talk much, do you?” I say, smiling at her.
Ava’s eyes cut to mine. “I don’t have anything to say.”
I blink, and I can’t stop myself from saying, “Sure, but if you’re dating someone who is important to us—Quinn’s brother, his fiancée, his best friend, and his friend—you’d want to get to know us. We’re important to each other.”
“Best friend’s girlfriend,” Benson corrects, and I move my gaze to his. “You said Quinn’s friend, but since Callie gets to be Evan’s fiancée, use the right title for yourself.”
My lips twitch. “I was his friend before I was dating you.”
“Eh, no, you were mine before his.”
I blink, and Callie chokes on her water. “God, this is awesome,” she murmurs, but I ignore her, my eyes locked with Benson’s.
“You’re being possessive.”
He nods. “And?”
“Are you done?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Not even close.” His eyes move to mine. “But I can relax if you’d like.”
“Can you?”
His eyes darken, those lashes taunting me. “I can try.”
I flash Callie a look that asks what in the hell is going on. My best friend…well, she just laughs, and I know she’s loving every bit of my discomfort. Probably as much as Benson is. I look back at him. “Are you messing with me?”
“Not at all.”
I blink while Callie’s laughter grows. Even Quinn is trying to hold back his laughter, a stupid little smirk on his round face. Ignoring the peanut gallery, I look at Ava expectantly.
Her eyes narrow as she looks at me. “I know when I don’t vibe with people. While I may vibe with Quinn, I don’t with the rest of you.”
My brows knit tightly. “You don’t even know us.”
When Benson’s hand comes to rest on my thigh, I take in a sharp breath as I cut my eyes to his. He squeezes my thigh, and then he shakes his head. “Let it be, eh? As long as Quinn is happy, we’re happy.”
I don’t like that. We are awesome—she should want to get to know us. “But you’ll have to be around us.”
She shrugs. “For now.”
Quinn looks up then, giving her a look. “Come on, be nice.”
“I’m being pleasant.”
I scoff at that. “You’re being a stuck-up bitch.”
Well, that wasn’t the right thing to say.
Benson’s hand squeezes my thigh as Callie stares at me with wide eyes. Quinn looks over at me, surprise in his blue eyes as I hold up my palms. “I just mean that you aren’t even trying to know us, and we want to know you.”
Ava is unaffected by my words, I can tell. She doesn’t give a fuck about any of us. I don’t even think she cares about Quinn. “Why would I try when I have no desire to know any of you? Yeah, these are his brothers, but they’re tolerating me, no matter what, for Quinn’s sake. The fiancée will do whatever Evan wants since she’s obsessed with pleasing him. And you, from what I hear, you’re not even around, too busy hoeing out your big ass on your social media to worry about anyone but yourself.”
The silence that falls around us is thicker than my ass that I apparently hoe out with.
It’s so fucking awkward, all I can do is laugh. I feel Benson’s gaze cut to mine, and boy, is it full of fire. I go to tell her exactly how much I make with my ass, but Benson’s voice commands her attention. “I’ll give you the fact that Evan and I will do what Quinn wants because we love him, and that’s what you do for someone you love. Though I don’t know that you understand anything about loving or caring for anyone, because if you did, you’d learn names at least.” He jerks his head to Callie. “Her name is Callie. Again, love can make you a bit obsessed, but that’s nothing to fault her for or even assume that she’d like you because of it. She has a mind of her own.” I watch as Callie beams at Benson, but when I look back at Ava, her eyes are dark. “Now, as for Cameron, it’s none of your fucking business what the hell she does on social media. But I can tell you right now, you’d be lucky to be on the receiving end of her friendship.”