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Annoyed, Cooper narrowed his eyes “Just spit it out, Rick”

His brother was silent for a fewaround on the stool so that he faced Cooper What the hell? He looked way too serious for Cooper to feel anything other than unease It punched hiut, and he set down his beer

“Why are you getting involved with her?” Maverick’s gaze didn’t waver

Cooper’s frown deepened “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Maverick shrugged and took another swig o

f beer “She’s not your usual MO is all, and that makes me curious”

“My usual MO” Cooper didn’t like where this was going and was beginning to think he should have just gone back to his place

“She’s not ed or involved with anyone else She’s not on the prowl looking for a quick screw, and froe, which means she’s complicated We both know you don’t do coives?”

Scowling at his beer, Cooper was silent for a few moments Hell, what could he say to that? Maverick was, if anything, brutally honest, and always had been Cooper Sis were still intact—strings he had no desire to snip He was happy screwing the ones eren’t available in the traditional sense because he didn’t want a relationship

He wasn’t a co time

That stopped hian Campbell? Was this just a way to pass time?

Hell, no It was more than that He ran his hands over his unshaven face and sighed “I don’t know” And that was the God’s truth

“Well, ure that shit out sooner than later”

Already ticked off, Cooper didn’t er heated his blood, and he slid off the stool He took a few paces and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans It was either that or hit so

“What’s going on, Rick? Why the phone calls? Why the third degree? What the hell does it an Ca some socialite from the city? Either way, it’s an”