{Hailey’s Pov}
I’d known that things would go faster with an extra set of hands, but I hadn’t anticipated what it would feel like to be shut in a room with two Lachlan—particularly these two. As we worked, Julian behind me and Marcus above, I wondered if they’d always been like oil and water, if Julian had always taken himself too seriously, if Marcus had always made a game of taking nothing seriously at all.
“There’s nothing here.” Julian punctuated that statement by placing a book back on the shelf a little too hard.
“Coincidentally,” Marcus commented above, “you also don’t have to be here.”
“If she’s here, I’m here.”
“Hailey doesn’t bite.” For once, Marcus referred to me by my actual name. “Frankly, now that the issue of relatedness has been settled in the negative, I’d be game if
