I look over at Owen. “You seem to be mistaken, brother, but I think the awesomeness skipped over you and all went to me.”
Carson laughs. “I am gonna have to agree with that. I may not know Grace but I can’t think of anything awesome about you, Owen.”
“Fuck off, Car.” He flips him off. “Both of you, out. I have work to do.”
I smile at my brother and pick up the stack of files Carson left for me and head to the door. I hear Carson behind me but my brother calls his name, stopping him. When I get out of the office, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t know how the hell I am going to work with him. I could feel the tension. Even when he pretended not to know who I was.
Fuck, he’s seen me naked. His head has been between my thighs. His monster dick is on my brain twenty-four seven. I am so screwed.
I’m leaning against the wall outside Owen’s office, waiting for Carson, when I hear the two of them speaking in low tones. Fortunately for me, my hearing has always been on point.
“I saw the way you looked at her,” Owen whispers.
“Don’t worry, Owen.”
“She’s my little sister. I am going to worry.”
“And you know I haven’t been sleeping around, so why would I start with her?”
“You fucked someone last week.”
My eyes bulge from my head. Please God, don’t tell me Carson divulged the details with my brother.
“I am still not going to confirm or deny that.”
“Dude, you’ve been in a better mood all week. I know you got laid.”
Hmm. So he didn’t tell him. And he’s been in a better mood? A grin breaks over my face.
“She’s off-limits, Carson.”
“Got it.”
“I mean it.”
“I’m not going to fuck your sister. All I would think about is you. Besides, she’s not my type. And not that hot.”
Excuse me? That was not what you were saying last week!
“Get out of my office, asshole.”
The sound of laughter near the door has me taking a few steps down the hall. I suck in a deep breath just as Carson walks out of my brother’s office, shutting the door behind him.
He looks me over again. “What happened to you? You look like a matted poodle.”
“I didn’t have an umbrella.”
“Well, if you are going to accompany me to the courtroom at all, you better find one.” His tone is sharp.
I roll my eyes. “This isn’t a common occurrence for me.”
He just looks at me then starts walking. “This way.”
His steps are quick and I feel like I am half jogging to keep up with him as we walk toward the end of the hall to an office with double doors.
“My office doors are to stay closed at all times. If they’re left open, too many people stop by and I am too busy for idle chitchat.” He pushes open one of the doors and I follow him inside, taking in his office. It’s twice as large as my brother’s but has the same old southern charm to it. A wall of books, an ornate wooden desk. A large Turkish rug takes up the floor under his desk and chairs. A small sitting area sits in one corner with a small bar cart across from an ornate fireplace with a hideous piece of artwork above it. A small alcove off the left has a six-person conference table and those green desk lamps you see in old libraries. The whole room is dim. Large burgundy curtains cover the windows on either side of Carson’s desk.
“You have a big office.”