Act Your Age, Eve Brown (The Brown Sisters, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

or her resentment toward the author of thrilling AO3 fanfic Tasting Captain America, who hadn’t uploaded a new chapter since the great titty-fucking cliffhanger of December 2017. For example.

Oh I love her already

“Do calm down, Joy,” Gigi huffed. “Your vibrations are giving me a migraine.”

YASSS!!!!! ILOVE HER KEJSJHFHF

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Growth

Jacob had changed his mind. Her neck did not look like a wood pigeon’s breast. It looked like the rest of her: untrustworthy and highly annoying and possibly on drugs.

Absolutely insane read by the way

Jacob stared, perplexed. Then Mont said, “Er . . . did you mean chivalrous?” “No,” she replied calmly. “I’m quite certain I meant chevalier. Would you like to hear about my experience now?”

I love her

Hated unfinished sentences.

If only he has someone to finish all his- sandwiches. That’s what I was gonna say! I never met someone who thinks so much like me. jinx! Jinx again! Our metal synchronization can have but one explanation. You and I are just meant to be. Okay let me stop. Sorry about that.

But he was desperate, and he did try to listen to Mont every six months or so, which meant Jacob had no choice but to continue searching.

—and googling bad bed-and-breakfast reviews to torture herself with the various ways all this could go wrong.

So incredibly real I love her

“I’m going back upstairs,” he blurted, striding toward the door. “Going upstairs to . . . change. And things. Later. I’ll come down later. To . . . test you. Erm . . . keep up the barely acceptable work.”

Coward

He glared. “It’s very irritating when you say logical, intelligent things. Stop it. Now.”

“Do you often encourage servility in the souls of the black women around you?”

ATE HIM UPPPP!!!!!!!!!!

For ducks. For the vermin of the waterfowl world. Good God.

You know I would ask what ducks did to him but they can be slightly terrifying sometimes. Don’t blame him here.

“It’s bad for the digestion! Christ, woman, read a waterfowl blog.” “Which you do because . . .” “Because,” Jacob sniffed, suddenly aware that this conversation had spiraled out of his control. “Know thine enemy.”

“And what exactly is horrific about my T-shirts?” she asked, as if she’d just remembered the comment. “Everything.” Except for how tight they were. He was a fan of the tightness. Wait, what?

“Yes, Eve. I respect you just fine.” He met her gaze as he gave one last, good pull.

This is quite a long pull. Hope they get her out soon.

“Ha. You should see your face.”

Coward

He was hardly an expert in reading people—quite the fucking opposite.

So real bestie Jacob

Was she, now? Interesting. He’d assumed, based on the accent, that Eve came from the kind of family where women didn’t work.

What’s up??

Eve, he’d noticed, read using an app on her phone.

Woah this is like inception. I feel her on this.

Eve produced a lovely, vacant smile. “No,” she said. “Explain it to me.”

SHE ATE HIM UP I LOVE HER SO MUCH OMG ❤️❤️❤️❤️😌😌😌😌

Jacob closed his Eyes of Violence. “Yes,” he muttered to himself. “Adorable. Fuck you, Brian.”

Yeah! FU Brian. No good husband anyways.

She really needed to read less AO3 smut before bed. Or possibly more.

Always more. Always.

“I was thinking,” she said, pushing all illicit fantasies firmly away, “that your arse must be better. Because all you’ve done today is sit on it.”

ATEEEEE!!!!!

“Because no one knows how to have fun better than a group of teenage girls.”

So true

“You look perfect,”

Geeeulp 🥹😌😳😳😳😳

Slightly breathless, she murmured, “I don’t think you should. Take it back, I mean. You should be as . . . yourself as you can.”

Okay what

“Well, yes. But when I think about it, your fantasies aren’t inoffensive at all.”

A little Freudian slip if I may say.

And apparently that was all it took for Jacob to be done talking. His hand slid from her cheek to her hair, and he gathered her braids in a gentle fist and angled her head with the same aching precision he used to angle display pillows. Then he kissed her with a lack of restraint that blew said precision out of the water.

Yaassss!!!! Finally yall

“What a sweet little nugget you are, Evie.”

I am going to be starting a Gigi fan club if anyone wants to join. It’ll be right after the beard hate club! We meet every Monday afternoon.

You couldn’t just tell a woman that she often behaved in a way you read as autistic.

I’ve had someone say that to me before I’m sure. Not that unusual apparently.

thrust him

i don’t know why i thought this meant he was going to start hip thrusting. this scared me a bit.

because he’d read many books over the years, and one of those books had been about how not to break under torture.

Omgshut up

He continued to brood broodily in silence.

Eve decided it was for the best that she couldn’t see Jacob in here,

Omg I forgot they were still in that closet 😭

It couldn’t be, because she wanted it so badly.

Bruh

made him look like a delicious can of Coke on a sweltering day,

Dyaaaaanng!! Maybe I get her

“Right here, guys,” Mont said from the doorway. “Literally standing right here.”

this is so funny i love him also ew omg this is crazy

“Jesus Christ,” Mont muttered, but he actually sounded quite pleased.

i love that he’s just watching this

“A goose can break an arm if it really gets going,”

this book is so long i don’t even give a gaf about this goose bruh im just mad

“Oh, fudge,” she said.

oh now i’m pumped

And then there was the grandmother, and the other older lady who seemed to be her partner.

i love them 🤧

He was thirty years old and he knew what he needed.

Bruh

fucked himself.

Right okay I can’t wait to read more 🥹

An AirPod.

I thought this might be a Cinderella situation but then I remembered rich people buy AirPods like candy for some reason

scorched earth

THE SCORCHED EARTH CRIES OUT IN PAIIIIIIN!!!!!!!

“Yeah, genius. I do. Aside from anything else, you’re pretty fucking lovable.”

awe i love him 😍

If it wasn’t, it must be the start of some other cardiac event.)

“Let. Go. Of. Her.”

I CANT READ THIS RIGHT MOW IM IN PUBLIC AMD I PHYSICALLY CRINGED I JAD TO PUT MY HEAD DOWN I CANT

“Eve, I—I was going to get you flowers.”

I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS AND HELD YOUR HAAAaAAAAAND

Then the opening notes of Corinne Bailey Rae’s “Breathless” sparkled in the background, and they both turned to look at Jacob’s car. Tessa gave them a thumbs-up from the driver’s seat before pointing at the stereo.