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  My Brother’s Girl

  Ali Parker

  BrixBaxter Publishing

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  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

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  Description

  There’s only one woman I’d give up my bachelor’s lifestyle for… my brother’s girl.

  But she was mine first. High school. Youth. Innocence.

  I can still taste her on my lips if I close my eyes.

  And here she is, back in my life, dating my brother.

  A brother that doesn’t know my past because I’m a private sort of guy.

  No way in hell I’m hurting him by giving into the overwhelming desire to take back what’s mine—with force.

  That sounds like a great plan until he tries to hire her to run our New York investment firm beside us.

  Having her near leaves my heart racing and my caveman tendencies flaring.

  I left that life beside her behind and have regretted it since the day I did it.

  Now my past is catching up to me, and I’m faced with the most jacked-up decision ever.

  Follow my heart and give my girl the life and love she wants…

  Or leave her with my brother as arm candy and watch from the sidelines as she lives in his shadow.

  Loyalty or love?

  And is there a way to have both?

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  To everyone who loves a good love triangle. I adore them more than words can express. I hope you enjoy this one and that you and your family are safe during this time of COVID 19. Lots of love and prayers from the Parker clan to you.

  <3 Ali

  Chapter 1

  Olivia

  6 Years Ago

  “Everything is going to change after Friday night, isn’t it?”

  I glanced at my own reflection in my vanity mirror. Over my right shoulder, my best friend Dana lounged flat upon her belly on my pink floral bedspread with her ankles crossed behind her. Her anklet, a dainty silver chain with two interlinking hearts, glinted in the sun streaming through my bedroom window. It was the same anklet as the one I wore. Each one might have been a little tarnished in certain places. They weren’t the best quality but neither of us had taken them off since our birthdays two summers prior.

  I sighed as I jabbed my mascara wand into the tube in a desperate attempt to retrieve more product lingering at the bottom. “Yes, it will. But that’s not a bad thing.”

  “Easy for you to say.” Dana rolled onto her back and sighed dramatically at my ceiling. “You have a plan. You always have a plan. And you have Caden.”

  “And you have me,” I said.

  “Don’t sweet talk me. I’m serious. Where did the time go? I’m not ready to graduate. I want another year of high school.”

  “Ew.”

  “Shut up. You’re going to miss it too.”

  I shrugged and swept my mascara over my lashes. “I guess. But we’re ready. Whatever comes after this will be better than everything before. I can feel it in my gut.”

  Dana scoffed, sat up, and swung her legs over the bed. “Oh please. That’s not intuition. That’s love. And only one of us is lucky enough to be in love right now. You and Caden are going to have all year to lay around on the ranch and make out and—”

  “We’re going to do more than make out.”

  Dana paused. She cocked her head to the side like a Labrador and her long pastel-blue feather earrings grazed the tops of her shoulders. “Come again?”

  I smiled at my own reflection. Glossy pink lips. Tousled blonde hair. Bronzed cheeks. Dramatic lashes. Simple and summery and just right for tonight’s occasion. “I think it’s time Caden and I take the next step.”

  Dana scrambled off the bed. She was at my side in a matter of seconds, grabbing me by the shoulders and turning me to face her. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

  My cheeks burned and my palms began to sweat just at the thought. “I want to give Caden everything. He’s my person. He’s always been my person. And I know he feels the same way.”

  “I thought you were waiting for marriage?”

  “I was, but Caden and I are going to get married. Everyone knows it. My parents. His dad. You.”

  “You define that as everyone?”

  “Everyone who matters.”

  “Fair.” Dana smiled. Then she padded around my chair to crouch down on my other side. She balanced on the balls of her feet, a habit she’d had ever since grade school ballet class. “You’re going to be smart about this, right?”

  I blinked at her.

  Dana licked her lips. “Look, not that I’m an expert on the subject or anything, but first times aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”

  “By not an expert, you mean you are also a virgin and have no clue what to expect?”

  Dana giggled. “Yeah. Exactly. But I paid attention in sex ed. And you know my mom. Education is—”

  “The best form of contraceptives,” I finished for Dana. I’d heard her mother’s speech a thousand times over. I didn’t disagree. I was just tired of the same old shtick. “Yes, I know your mom.”

  “Then I don’t need to tell you to make sure you have a condom.”

  I chewed the inside of my cheek. “I don’t have any. Why would I have any?”

  “Well, seeing as how Caden probably wasn’t expecting to pop your cherry tonight…”

  “Dana!”

  “Oh, don’t be a prude. If you can’t handle the expression pop your cherry, you definitely shouldn’t be having sex.”

  I winced. She made a fair point. “Continue.”

  “Caden has no idea this night is coming so you shouldn’t leave it to him to come prepared. I doubt he’s been carrying a rubber around in his pocket since ninth grade waiting for the chance for you to drop your underwear.”

  “I hadn’t thought about that,” I said.

  “Well then, that’s your task. Find a rubber.”

  “What? I don’t know where I’d get a condom on this short notice.” I shot a glance at the
alarm clock on my nightstand beside the bed. It was ten to six. “Dinner is going to be ready in ten minutes and then Caden will be here to pick me up at seven.”

  “Ask him to bring you by the pharmacy on Eighth Street. He won’t have any idea you’re going inside to get condoms. He’ll assume you’re buying tampons or something. Or chocolate. Or—”

  “I get it.”

  Dana flashed me a bright white smile. “You should buy lube while you’re in there too. You know. For your lady bits.”

  I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “Dana.”

  “It’s a good idea. This is your first time. It’ll be like trying to fit a…” She trailed off. “I can’t think of a clever analogy. But if the rumors are true, Caden has a big dick and you have a tight vagina by default. So. Yeah. Lube.”

  My cheeks burned even more furiously now. “Please stop.”

  Dana pulled my hands away from my face. “Okay, I’ll stop. But in all seriousness, Olivia? I’m happy for you. I know how much you love Caden and I know how much he loves you. I think tonight will be very special. And you’re going to knock his fucking socks off.”

  I giggled. It was true. I would. I’d been fantasizing about the moment all week, ever since I made up my mind that I wanted to give myself to him before graduation. We’d been together for nearly three and a half years and every day just made us even stronger together. We had big dreams and wide-open futures with no hard-laid plans, aside from each other.

  Caden was my plan, and I was his.

  And tonight, I would show him just how much I loved him.

  I got to my feet and smoothed out the skirt of my yellow dress. It was covered in white daisies and had a sweetheart neckline and a sash around the waist that tied behind my back. It was one of Caden’s favorites. He loved when I wore yellow. He always said I was his Texan dream girl when I wore it and I would never get tired of hearing that.

  I fetched a pair of white sandals from my closet and a loose white cardigan to throw over my shoulders. Then I grabbed my purse from the end of my bed and checked my reflection one last time.

  “You look beautiful,” Dana said.

  “Thank you.”

  “And just a heads-up, I’m going to want to hear all about this before class starts tomorrow. How about I pick you up tomorrow morning and we grab coffee on the way to school so you can fill me in?”

  “Deal.”

  Our heels striking the stairs as we descended caught the attention of my parents, who hollered down the hall that dinner was ready. My dad, all six feet and three inches of him, came into the foyer as Dana was shrugging into her light denim jacket.

  He braced himself against the stair banister. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner, Dana. Judy made enchiladas.”

  Dana pouted nobly. “That sounds and smells delicious, Mr. Desmant, but I’d better get home to my folks. Thursday nights are movie nights at the Young house and my dad has his heart set on a thrilling film about the mafia.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she tugged the front door open. “At least there will be pizza.”

  My dad chuckled. “Good luck, kiddo. Maybe we’ll save you some leftovers and send some to school with Olivia tomorrow.”

  Dana’s eyes lit up. “That would be amazing.”

  “Consider it done,” my dad said, turning back to the hall to make his way into the kitchen. “Say hi to your folks for us, Dana. And drive safe.”

  “Goodnight, Mr. Desmant,” Dana said. Then she called louder to my mother, who shouted goodbye down the hall.

  I stepped out onto the front porch and stood at the top of the steps as Dana walked to her car in the drive. She drove a rundown little Geo metro. It had been white when she bought it, but one of the guys at school offered to paint it for her for two hundred bucks. She’d jumped at the offer and now it was a sparkly purple.

  The paint looked too fresh for such an old car. The interior was kind of crappy. The passenger window was stuck cranked a quarter of the way down and the back floormats were missing, but it had served her well the past year and a half. It was cheap on fuel and got us all over Houston.

  Dana waved goodbye over the hood of the car and slid into the driver’s seat. She reversed down the long driveway, pointed her headlights east, and drove off just as the streetlights flickered on, signaling that it was seven o’clock.

  I met my parents at the dining-room table for dinner. It was nicely set and my plate was already full. It smelled like heaven and tasted even better and I washed it down with sips of iced water.

  “How’s Dana?” my mother asked.

  I dabbed at my lips with a napkin and placed it back on my lap. “She’s good. A little apprehensive about school ending so soon, but good.”

  “She still doesn’t know what she wants to do?” my dad asked.

  I shook my head. Dana had been all over the map with career ideas and she was under a lot of pressure from her mom and dad, who’d set up a savings account when she was born that needed to be used within a year of graduating high school.

  “Her last idea was marine biology,” I said.

  “Doesn’t she hate science?” my mother asked, blinking at me through her white-framed glasses. They were cut in dramatic points at the end, forming a cat-eye shape, and they were far more stylish than any other pair she’d ever owned. My mother was really coming into her own in her fifties and it showed. She’d stopped dying her hair and let it fade to a silvery gray that my father could not get enough of.

  “Yes,” I said. “That idea quickly went out the window. She’s back at square one. I think taking a year off is the right call for all of us.”

  “I think so too,” my dad said, patting his full belly after finishing his meal. “You’re all still just kids. This is precious time. No need to rush into academics. Explore. Travel. Chase the sun. Drink a lot.”

  “Howard,” my mother scolded.

  I giggled and shook my head. “You know I don’t drink, Daddy. None of us do.”

  “I know that’s what you tell me.” My father chuckled. “But if you did, your mother and I would not hold it against you. And if you ever need a ride home—”

  “I can call you,” I said.

  He beamed at me. “Yes. Exactly.”

  I reached across the table and took my dad’s hand. “I know, Daddy. You’ll always be there to bail me out.”

  He ran his thumb over my knuckles. It was callused from years of hard work as a carpenter and now as a contractor. His business had bloomed in the last ten years of his career and my mother and I had reaped the benefits. My dad was our knight in shining armor and there was no one in this world who meant more to me than him.

  Not even Caden. And Caden knew it.

  “I love you, baby girl,” my father said.

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  Chapter 2

  Caden

  I lifted the corner pillow on the sofa and frowned before dragging my hand up and down the couch crevices in search of my truck keys.

  “They have to be in here somewhere,” I grumbled to myself.

  How had I managed to misplace them yet again? It was an unfortunate habit—and one that Olivia loved to tease me about—that I’d had ever since I’d bought the damn truck last year.

  I continued my search of the other two sofas and came up empty. Then I stood in the middle of the ranch’s grand living room with my fists on my hips, trying to retrace my steps.

  It smelled like citrus and sage in here. My stepmother had an obsession with candles, which she’d scattered throughout the entire estate. She burned different scents for different moods, different occasions, and different times of the day, claiming that scents had a huge impact on her state of mind.

  I would argue everything had an impact on her state of mind, including her reckless shopping addiction with my father’s black credit card. He never complained at all. In fact, he steadfastly claimed he liked the smell of the candles.

  She didn’t know my father had a terrible sense
of smell and always had. That was why mucking out stables had never really bothered him. I, on the other hand, had a healthy sniffer, and the candles were too much.

  “What are you looking for, bro?”

  I knew the voice immediately and didn’t have to turn around to know it was my stepbrother standing behind me.

  Luke.

  I sighed and patted down my jean pockets one more time just to be sure I wasn’t missing the obvious and my keys had been on me the whole time.

  Nope. No keys. Just a single stick of Juicy Fruit gum and a folded-up love note written on a piece of pale pink paper torn from one of Olivia’s notebooks.

  “My keys,” I said, finally turning to find Luke staring at me.

  My stepbrother was three years older than me. He’d just turned twenty-one and he’d been living life to the fullest out in New York City, where he and his mother spent the majority of their time. They flew to Houston on my father’s private jet for one week at a time before heading back to the Big Apple, where Kirsten, Luke’s mother, worked at a corporate travel company as a head executive. He partied it up during those weeks and crashed hard when he was back in Houston.