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“If you didn’t want to be with me, you didn’t have to go off and marry my best friend,”
“You’re too young. You dated my brother. I married your best friend. And your mom is my boss.” She shook her head slowly. “Those are excuses. Not reasons. I’m done being rejected. Maybe you’re too thick-headed to understand how I feel about you. How we would be together. Or maybe you’re just a big, muscly chickenshit. Either way, I deserve someone I don’t have to beg into my bed. Someone I don’t have to convince to love me. I’m done waiting on you, Brick.”
She’d known he and Kimber would have expected nothing from her. So she’d delivered the entire project on a platter as a subtle but effective “fuck you.” What she was able to accomplish when motivated by revenge was awe-inspiring. And terrifying. There was no way he was going to survive this.
“So it’s easier if you do it all yourself?” Remi pressed. “Well, yeah. No one else is going to do it the way I want it done. So it’s just easier for me to be the one to do it.” “In theory,” Remi said, wielding the marker, “if your goal was to raise children incapable of making themselves a peanut butter and jelly or doing their own laundry, you would be correct.”