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keep that on hand for when our father comes around. I’m a craft beer drinker at heart. I meant the sex.”
    If there’s one thing that I cannot drink, it’s beer. He just became as hipster as his brother. The taste of caramel malts and the bitterness of hops is a huge turn-off for me. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to stomach the liquid bread: I just cannot do it. I’m a whiskey girl down to my toes.
    “Ah, well, there’s nothing much better than sex.”
    “Are you offering?” He takes a swig from his bottle and eyes me, waiting to see how I’ll react to his all-too-direct question.
    “Nope, but I’ll take you up on your offer. I need to be fucked, so make it good.”
    Lola and Owen walk into the kitchen before Holden gets a chance to respond. I turn to Lo and take in her flushed complexion: she’s radiant. Oh, she has it bad.
    “I see that you’re getting acquainted with the other Parker brother, Hads. What are you guys talking about?”
    “Sex,” Holden and I say in unison.
    “Well then, that escalated quickly,” Owen comments as he pours Lola a rather large glass of pinot noir.
    “I’d say so,” Lo says as she takes her glass from Owen by the stem and sips on the translucent red liquid.
    I look up from the glass tumbler in my hands as I bend over the kitchen island, giving Holden a little ass show. “It went from whiskey to sex, so it wasn’t as straightforward as you might think it was,” I joke.
    Holden walks up next to me and places his hand on my lower back before I look back at him and smile, not stopping his advances, but instead welcoming them.
    Owen chuckles. “I think my manwhore of a brother has found his match.”
    “I sure as fuck don’t see the problem,” Holden replies and squeezes my ass. I push back into his hand, wanting more of him already. I can tell that he’ll, at the very least, know how to use his hands on me.
    Owen clears his throat, apparently surprised by my forwardness. “Are you done fucking up dinner, Hold?”
    “Sure am, considering the heating instructions are barely legible. Get the ladies to their seats and then you can help me move everything to the table.”
    The table? Oh, so we’re going to be fancy assholes and use china and crystal. Joy. As if I didn’t already feel completely out of place in this apartment building in the first place, I sure as shit do now. Am I used to seeing money thrown around? Sure thing. Am I used to being the one that the money gets spent on? Nope. Not for one second. My only money rests in my savings account, and it’s gotten quite comfortable there. I should probably invest some of it or, at least, purchase a vehicle, seeing as it’s easier to travel beyond the city with one.
    I follow after Owen and Lo as they walk into the dining room and I take a seat across the table from Lo. As sure as fuck, we’re going to be dining on expensive china and sparkling crystal wine glasses. Owen grabs a bottle of 2009 Gevrey-Chambertin pinot noir and decants it into an intricate looking decanter—it looks like arteries as the wine fills the glass structure. Is it too much to ask for people with this kind of money to act, I don’t know, normal?
    I sigh silently but hide my face with the mask that has been securely in place for the last sixteen years of my life.
    Holden walks in carrying what appear to be two already-assembled plates of filet mignon, asparagus, mashed potatoes and sauce to accompany it. I find this rather interesting considering they are brothers. Shouldn’t this be served more, I don’t know, family style?
    “Grubs ready,” Holden says as he places a dish in front of Lo and me before striding back into the kitchen to grab the last two plates.
    “Holden? You made this?” I ask skeptically.
    “Nah, we had Maggie come in and prepare dinner tonight.”
    “Would you mind my asking who Maggie is?”
    “She’s been our personal chef for the last two years. She makes some mean mashed potatoes. You’ll cry out for