17
Bryna returned to Las Vegas on a total high. As she drove up the street toward her condo, she noticed another car in the driveway. A Mercedes SUV. f**k.
She parked in the garage and entered through the side door. Inside, her condo looked like a land mine had gone off inside. There was stuff everywhere—boxes piled high, clothes strewed on the couch, and junk littered the floor.
“What the f**k is going on?”
A smile lit up Pace’s face. “Hey, sis.”
“What are you doing to my house?” she cried. “It’s a train wreck.”
“Moving in, of course.”
Bryna ground her teeth. She had forgotten for one blissful weekend that her sleazy stepbrother was moving into her place. She had thought that, by forgetting about it, it would go away. But no, Pace was still standing right there in front of her.
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