Cooper
“Thanks for meeting with me,” I said to my brother, grateful that Emma was at work in her little bookshop and we had some privacy.
Gavin stood on the other side of his kitchen island, pouring each of us a glass of sparkling water. A smug grin spread across his face as he slid a glass of water my way. “It’s not often my little brother asks me for advice these days.”
I caught the glass and resisted the urge to smack that stupid look off his face, reminding myself that I needed his help, no matter how much I hated coming to him like this. Being married to Emma had softened him some, but Gavin was still an arrogant prick when I wasn’t asking for advice. So, on the rare occasion that I did, he was bound to be even worse than usual.
Focus, Cooper. This is important. This is for Corinn
