“The last thing I need is to face the firing squad in town when it gets out that I’ve hooked up with my ex’s older brother.” Hooked up? The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Here I was, mooning over her, feeling like I’d found the one, and, to her, I was nothing more than a casual hookup. “My brother got you for eight years,” I spat, the anger inside me bubbling up. “And I only get a weekend?”
