There was another car in the driveway when Brady pulled up to Sloane’s, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. He took a moment to contemplate laying on the horn but decided it wasn’t very boyfriend-like. Then again, he really didn’t want to deal with whoever was at the house now. He hadn’t spelled it out for Dixon, but he was actually anxious to get to the estate.

It had been almost a year since he’d seen Felicity in person. She worked for a marketing company out of Birmingham and often bounced around the state for them. The chances of running into her in Arbor Bay had been slim. Though Brady had kept a lookout all the same.

He’d never admit it to Dixon, but he’d spent way too much time trying to figure out what he would say after seeing her again.

How’s it going? Oh, me? You know, just doing the same ol’ same ol’. Still at the bar, wasting my potential, like you said. But who needs potential when you have money, huh?

It had never been an impressive conversation, but it had always gotten beneath his skin. Resentment was like an itch, it turned out. So was disbelief at the fact that her words back then still managed to make him grumpy if he thought about them too much. Now, though, he was going to have to scrap his badly planned greeting. Never in a million years would he have thought their reunion would be surrounded by Robertsons and hand in hand with the internet’s newest sensation.

Now Brady was going to just play it by ear.

Which he couldn’t actually start doing until he was there.

Brady glanced at the clock’s readout on the dash. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d be late. Something he was sure Carol would talk about at length.

Brady’s hand hovered over the horn, seriously contemplating being rude if it sped things along, when the front door opened and Sloane burst out. The moment she locked eyes with him, she made a beeline for the truck. He didn’t even have time to open his door before she was sliding in.

“The devil chasing you?” He looked back at the house.

Sloane huffed, grabbed her seat belt, and ran it across her chest. The pale blue dress she was wearing fit against her curves nicely. Not that he was looking at her curves. Or her breasts. Or her lips.

Brady cleared his throat and started the engine.

“Not the devil,” Sloane said when she was situated. “Just a nosy brother who only digs in deeper when he knows I’m lying.”

“Lying? You didn’t tell him about our fake-dating arrangement?” She shook her head. “He doesn’t know about Marcus being Guy, either?”