The Girl With Hearts (Midtown Brotherhood #1) by Savannah Blevins Page A

brilliant plan to prove his disinterest in his old habits backfired. It seemed any choice he made was wrong. Of course, that made Drew pleased as punch. Austin too, even though he wasn’t as vocal about it as his brother was. He could see the way Austin smiled every time Leila barely acknowledged him, a tiny quirk at the corner of his lips.
    Throwing his gym bag down the hallway toward his apartment, he stopped at Drew’s door to consider his options. He could go on to his room and continue the constant rambling in his mind as he fought off rest, or he could ruin her day by showing up unannounced again. He knocked on Drew’s door before he could finish the thought.
    He couldn’t hear any movement inside, but he knew she was home. Leila was always home. She barely ever left the apartment. When no one answered, after forcefully knocking for the fourth time, he took it upon himself to do the honorable thing and check on her.
    One of the perks of paying for your brother’s apartment was you could demand a key. He eased the door open, only to find the living room and kitchen empty. “Hello?” he yelled, but instead of a response, he caught the sound of a muffled television. He made his way down the hallway, stopping at the door of Drew’s bedroom to peek inside.
    Something in his gut stung as his hand reflexively clenched around the side of the doorframe, and it made no sense whatsoever. It was Drew, lying in bed with Leila, their feet crossed together at the ankles as they lounged against a sea of pillows, watching a re-run of Gossip Girl . Drew looked up and smiled.
    It wasn’t his usual smile, but rather a satisfied one. He felt a little like the Hulk, as if something ugly that lived deep inside was about to spring out and wipe that damn smirk off his face.
    “Good morning.” Drew yawned happily as he stretched his arms out above his head.
    Leila peered up too, catching his eyes for just a moment, but then purposefully looked away.
    Yeah, she was still pissed.
    He thought, for a fraction of a second, that he understood women. He’d actually convinced himself he had them all figured out. Maybe he did for every woman in the universe except Leila Blakely. It didn’t seem to matter what he did, she would just look at him with that same lackluster expression as if he went out of his way to see every girl after practice instead of sleeping like a normal person.
    “Do you two really have nothing better to do on a Saturday morning?” His contempt was easily readable in his tone, but he didn’t care.
    Drew’s smile grew as he snuggled closer to her. “Nope. Not a thing.”
    Henrik pursed his lips, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared at him, that same flash of fire burning in his gut.
    Okay. So, maybe Leila had a point about the women.
    If this scene, his own brother, who had absolutely no interest in Leila, could prick his nerves, then he could understand how the women calling his phone might be annoying to her.
    Leila reached her arms over her head, sprawling out on the giant pillows, her hair haphazardly spraying in every direction. He couldn’t quite understand how being ignored could be so damn sexy. It drove him mad.
    “I’m assuming you’ll at least manage to make it out of your pajamas in time for the game tonight, right?”
    “I’ll be there,” Drew droned.
    “I wasn’t talking to you,” he pointed out, shooting his brother a fake smile.
    Again, she glanced at him, her seafoam green eyes boring into him and then straight back to the television. “I had no intention of it.”
    The heat seeped through his body, into his limbs, down to his toes. It had been almost a week since their argument, and her attitude was slowly starting to grade away his patience. He was supposed to be nice—tolerable, even—but it just wasn’t in his nature, especially when she went out of her way to be cruel. “C’mon, Leila, it’s not like you have anything better to do.”
    She shot up like a rocket in the