Her Best Men

“Yeah, but this is Katie we’re talkin’ about. The girl we grew up with. That damn tomboy who could out-do any guy she came across.”

“I know,” I said.

“Do you think she’s slept with both of ‘em?” Caleb asked.

“I think she’s flirtin’. Testin’ her boundaries. Gettin’ herself back out there. I don’t think she’s sleepin’ with ’em both. Our Katie isn’t that kinda girl.”

“You made a move on her?” he asked.

“So what if I have? What’s it to ya?”

“Cut the shit, Andrew. Do you like her?”

“Of course, I do. She’s my best fuckin’ friend. We grew up together, with those late-night porch conversations and shit.”

“You know what I mean, you asshole

,” he said.

I drew in a deep breath through my nose as I stared my brother down. What the hell was I supposed to tell him? That I’d had a crush on Katie for years? What the fuck was it to him?

“Yes,” I said. “And I have for a while.”

“Fuck. I knew it,” Caleb said.

“The hell you so worked up about?” I asked.

“Because I like her, too, damn it.”

“Then we got ourselves a fine predicament here.”

“I don’t know if I could share Katie with y’all,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I couldn't share her either. Even if she wanted me to. It’s Katie we’re talkin’ ‘bout. She’s better than that.”

“She deserves better than that,” he said.

“But if she’s screwin’ Wyatt and Dylan—”

“Which we don’t have proof of,” I said.

“Yes, I know. But if she is, then it shows us she is that kinda girl now. So, what do we do then?” he asked.

“First, we need to figure out what the fuck’s goin’ on between her, Wyatt, and Dylan. Ain’t gonna do us no good jumpin’ to conclusions if we don’t have proof of all the cards in play.”

“What? You wanna stalk them or somethin’?” he asked.

“No, idiot. Just, stick close. We could make a promise or somethin’. If I find out any information, I’ll tell you. And if you find out any information, you’ll tell me.”

“I can do that. That sounds good,” he said.

“And if one of us ends up with her, we tell the other. Immediately.”

“Just no details. Again, Katie’s better than that,” he said.

“I just hope it’s me first,” I said with a grin.

“In your wildest fuckin’ dreams, maybe.”