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up before hitting the button for Matt on her phone and sliding the device into hands free mode.
    "Hey. Hey. Hey." Matt's boisterous voice filled the confines of the car and caused her to smile.
    "Hey you. Are you out at dad’s?" She backed up and hit the brake hard as a biker sped across the parking lot behind her.
    "Yep. Already here."
    "Shit!" Bethany barked as the guy waved like 'no big deal'. Him eating the back of her bumper would have been a big damn deal.
    "You don't want me here?" Matt chuckled.
    "No. Some idiot just drove his bike behind the car while I was backing up. I swear."
    "Kids nowadays!" Matt sounded like an eighty year old with an agenda for changing the next generation.
    She laughed and let out a quick puff of air. "I'm glad you're over there. Is Damon there by chance?"
    "No. I haven't talked to him since yesterday. I'm hoping you have?"
    "Yeah. We spoke earlier. He's at the office, trying to take care of things before your dad gets home on Thursday."
    "Your dad too."
    "Don't remind me," she grumbled and pulled onto the main street on campus. "That means Damon is officially my brother."
    "You're so risqué." Matt had so many personalities it was damn near impossible to tell what was going to come out of his mouth next.
    "I'm not sure that's the word I would use, but moving on... Are we still planning on going up to Seattle this weekend with you?"
    "Yep. You and Damon both. I know you guys might have to work a little from what he said, but I'd really like it if you could go with me to the gallery. I've never shared my full portfolio with anyone. It's a little nerve-racking."
    "We'll be there with you, or at least I will. I'm not sure if Damon has something big he has to take care of up there." She stopped at the stop light at the edge of campus and glanced around, feeling a bit excited. One more year and she would be done with school and ejected fully into the real world. She'd been waiting her whole life to take ownership of her future and her situation and it was right in front of her. As much as she loved her mother, the last ten years had been beyond rough. Never again would either of them go to bed hungry. Bethany wouldn't allow it.
    "Erica is going to join us too, I guess," Matt huffed.
    "And you're not happy about that? You big baby." Bethany smiled as the light turned. Matt was smitten by Erica Hall, McKenzie and Bryant's Chief Advertising Exec, and intimidated beyond belief. She was a force of nature, but Matt could hold his own. If he tried.
    "This coming from the girl that said yes to marriage after three weeks of knowing some weirdo at the office."
    She laughed. "He's the hottest weirdo I've ever seen in my life, so sue me."
    "You're broke like me, and I'm pretty sure hot isn't the best criteria for a spouse. Those looks will fade, honey."
    "Doubtful, and even if they do, I love him enough to remember what he used to look like."
    Matt pretended to gag. "You guys are too much. Get over here and help me finish off this gallon of cookie dough ice cream."
    "I thought you were working to keep your girlish figure?" She pulled onto the freeway and settled down into the comfy seat that fit her like a glove.
    "I am. That's why I'm going to start jogging with you every day."
    "No, you're not. That's my quiet time. I need to get back to it, actually."
    "Yes, I am. I can be quiet."
    "Lies. You Bryant boys are just full of lies."
    "Amongst other things."

Chapter 3
    Damon
     
     
    Frustration sat heavy on his shoulders as he drove toward his father's mansion on the far side of town. Having wanted to be just like his dad his whole life, now was his chance, and yet it didn't seem nearly as thrilling as he hoped it would. People were childish and irresponsible, and that was on a good day.
    Between the fuck ups his Seattle team made on the Zarpeth inventory and the Kissinger tax audit coming up, he was beat. The trip to Jamaica had been good for him, maybe too good, but returning to another crisis wiped away the