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Connor gives me a noogie. “What’s up, little brother?” Asher leans around him. “Say the word. I know a few hit men who could take him out.”
“I dunno, I’m pretty good at helping men find God. You’d know that if you weren’t somehow immune to all my offers.”
I’d say the only reason he rejected you is because of your brother. Or because you were drunk. And we love a king of consent.”
Everyone starts behaving themselves again, playing clean, fixed on that next goal, and I get a peaceful minute or two until Connor flattens Ezra into the boards right beside me. “Harder, Daddy,” Ezra taunts, and I facepalm. This is going to be a long game.
It’s only then I realize I’m contemplating toying with my career just to get a break from my brother and his best friend. If it wasn’t evident before, it is now: Knox isn’t good for me.
