Best Friend's Brother #2 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #2) by Alycia Taylor Page B

just scooped out what was supposed to be in
there. Next, I had to remind myself that somehow I’d screwed up things with the
only person who made me feel almost whole again. I was used to screwing up,
hell; I was good at it even. I could probably win awards for screwing good
things up. The difference between this situation and the others was that I
could usually look back and figure out where I went wrong. This time, I still
had no fucking clue.
    I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around
the room. I guess I was hoping for a big sign to appear with an arrow that
pointed to whatever had offended her and said, “This is why she left.” No such
luck. I walked over and looked out the window. It was a nice day, the sun was
shining. That just pissed me off more for some reason. I guess I wanted the
weather to be as gloomy as I felt. How fucking dare the sun shine when I was
feeling like shit? I guess if it didn’t stop shining when beautiful, perfect
Emma died, it wasn’t going to stop shining for me.
    I heard my phone buzz then and I turned around and
looked for it. It was sitting on the nightstand, up on top. I don’t remember
when I put it there. I went over and picked it up. I had a text message from my
trainer Dean. I pressed on it and read it. He just wanted to re-schedule our
session for later in the day. I also had two others, but from my crazy
ex-girlfriend Kristie. She’d been hounding me for months about getting back
together. I broke up with her because she beat up another girl that she got
some crazy idea about. I told her I wanted nothing to do with her. I told her
that I think she is crazy. Yet, she shows up on my doorstep sometimes and
knocks on the door and when I answer it she just smiles and acts like things
are normal and she’s not living in bizarro land.
Sometimes when I leave the gym I find her waiting by my car. I’ve told her each
time to go away and leave me alone, but nothing seems to penetrate. Emma used
to even tell me that she worried she was the creepy stalker type and I might
come home one night to boiled bunny on the stove.
    The messages she had left there today were more of
the same old crap. They said things like: “I love you, I miss you, and I can’t
wait to see you.” The girl needs medication, seriously. I started to sit the
phone back down when I realized that there were two other messages from her
from last night. I looked closer and saw they had been sent in the dead of the
night. I had been with Alexa. I know that I didn’t read those, but then how was
it that they’d already been read? I checked the time on them…they came in one
minute apart from each other, two a.m. and two o’ one a.m. Fuck! I think I just
solved the mystery of why Alexa left like she did. She
thought I had her over here, naked in my bed while I had a girlfriend waiting
for me somewhere else. I can be an asshole if the situation calls for it, but
I’d never cheated on a girl…and I’ve never taken advantage of one. Shit! That’s
what she thinks. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it, but she
thinks I took advantage of my own sister’s death to get a piece of ass. No
wonder she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here! Damn it! I wish she would have just asked me. I could have shown her the other
messages and told her what a crazy person Kristie is.
    I got pissed then and I sent Kristie a text that
said, “Stop texting me! We have nothing to say to each other! If you don’t
stop, I’m going to get a fucking restraining order you crazy…” I left that part
blank, she could fill it in. Then I sat there staring at the phone, wondering
if I should call Alexa and explain. I wondered if she would believe me if I
did.

 
    CHAPTER
TWO
    ALEXA
    I went home that night after reading Ian’s text
messages and went to bed. I stayed there most of the next day, watching sappy
love stories on the Hallmark channel and bawling my eyes out. I’m not sure what
I was crying over . Was it