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CHAPTER FORTY

DREW

Charlee left about an hour ago because I wanted to talk to Brody alone He’s not usually an early bird, but I decide to text hie will be there when he wakes up

Me: You wanna grab so

To my surprise, he responds only a minute later

Brody: No shit, Sherlock I just parked in front of your building Be up in a few

He’s here? The sun is barely up Shit, I need coffee for this As I watch the dark roast drip into le knock hits my front door

Here we go

I step aside as I open the door, gesturing for him to follow me into the kitchen “You want some coffee?”

“No, asshole,” he grinds out “I want answers What the fuck is going on with you and Charlotte?”

“I—”

He points a stern finger atThat shit on the dance floor last night was the opposite of nothing”

“Dude, sit down”

Brody widens his stance and folds his arms over his chest “I’d rather stand”

“Fine, you stubborn fuck I’ll sit” I round the kitchen counter and take a seat at the breakfast bar