Page 40 of One More Night

“Shit.” With an effortless turn, she spins from my hold and dives for the T-shirt on the floor. “It might be Sarah.”

Better fucking not be. I already dislike the woman after the talk down she gave Corinne. Not sure I could hold back if she’s the one to cock-block me too.

“Not expecting anyone?” I pry.

Her hair slides forward as she shakes her head. “Wait here.”

With a sigh, I sit on the edge of her bed like the dutiful little dirty secret I am. I kill the time it takes her to get to the door by straightening the dress beside me. There. Nice and neat.

“No. It’s fine,” Corinne assures whoever is here.

Must be Sarah.

“Can I come see you later? Now isn’t a good time. I’m in the middle of something.” Her panicked dismissal peaks my interest. Lover? Fuck boy?

Goddamn—I thought I delved into everything when it came to her.

“Whose shirt is that?”

Bastard. My nostrils flare as I lunge off the bed and march down to the living area. “Chase.”

“Jordan.” He stops midway into her apartment when I emerge from the hall.

Corinne shuts the door, mouthing “Sorry.”

Not much she could do to deny who her visitor is when she has my college shirt on, is there?

“What the fuck are you up to?” Her brother takes a step forward, drawing my attention from Corinne.

Chase isn’t exactly a small guy. Star starter for his football team back in the day, it seems the guy hasn’t been able to drop the habit when it comes to the gym. Still, I could take him.

Call me cocky, but I like to think of it as confident.

“I’m not sure this is any of your business.” I cross my arms, doing what I can to appear bigger than I am.

When it comes down to it, we’re all still gorillas.

“It sure as hell ain’t your business, Jordan.”

I give him what I hope is a “Shut the fuck up” stare. He doesn’t comply. Never did.

“You told her?”

“Told me what?” Corinne steps forward.

Chase puts an arm out to block her and keep her behind him. The action doesn’t go down well with me one tiny bit.

“Tell you what he does to earn that goddamn car that’s in your parking spot, sis.”

Her crisp blue eyes shift to me. He’s talking her language. Damn it.

I plow a path between the two of them, collecting Corinne as I go. She stares at me with a thousand questions in her eyes as I hold her by the upper arm, blocking Chase from view. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Now,” she grits out through a stiff jaw.

“How did you meet each other?” Chase moves around her modest sofa so he can see her. “At that bar?”

“At your party,” I answer, eyes still on the woman who hangs in the balance. “Isn’t that right, Corinne?”