The Arrangement – Brewer Family Read Online Adriana Locke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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The sun hovers on the horizon, bathing the house in a warm, muted light as I make my way through the foyer.

Chloe hasn’t mentioned dating anyone in a long time. I usually try to avoid those discussions, knowing they’ll wind up pissing me off. The two guys I know she’s dated haven’t known their ass from a hole in the ground. How do you manage to get her to date you and then fuck it up?

I don’t know what makes me want to fuck them up more—the fact they didn’t treat her right or that they’re obviously too stupid to have deserved a chance with her in the first place.

“Not my problem,” I mutter, opening the refrigerator. I find leftover chicken breast, brown rice, and vegetables and pop them into the microwave. The plate spins in a circle. My thoughts spiral, too, reminding me of all the contracts I need to peruse before morning.

But before I can retrieve my plate and return to my home office, my doorbell rings.

“You good?” Tate shouts before the door closing echoes through the house.

“In the kitchen.”

Steps tap across the hardwood, getting louder as they grow closer. Tate and Renn round the corner and grab seats at the island.

The two of them together are hell on wheels. They’re the same height and mostly the same build now that Renn has lost some of his rugby muscle, thanks to his retirement. I’m not sure who is cockier between them, but I know that I’d call Gannon or Ripley if I had an emergency. By the time Renn stopped trying to be a hero and Tate had taken enough selfies to post on Social, I’d be dead or in jail.

“Calvin was in the guardhouse and said you were home,” Renn says. “Do you know what I don’t understand?”

“Mathematics? Tact? How to properly eat spaghetti?” I ask, taking my plate from the microwave.

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand how Calvin works in personal security. Where did Landry Security find that guy? He just tried to big dog me.”

Tate snickers at Renn’s annoyance.

“I really think he expected me to cower to him,” Renn says, pointing at himself. “Me. A professional rugby player. What does he think is gonna happen? Nothing his little lanyard can save him from, I’ll tell you that.”

“Former professional rugby player—ow!” Tate says, rubbing his shoulder where Renn punched him. Hard.

I chuckle at them.

“I mean it,” Renn says. “The only scary thing about Calvin is that he might just be dumb enough to think he could take me.”

“Have you been talking to Foxx?” I ask, getting a fork from the dishwasher.

His brows pull together. “No. Why?”

“Well, Foxx isn’t a big fan of Calvin’s either,” I say. “I guess Bianca used Calvin to make Foxx jealous, and although she was kidding, Foxx doesn’t kid.”

“Ooh. Bet that went over well,” Tate says.

I shrug, pouring myself a glass of wine. “Considering Foxx doesn’t joke around about anything, let alone our sister, let’s just say Calvin is lucky he can still form words.”

“Foxx Carmichael.” Renn laughs, shaking his head. “That’s one motherfucker I wouldn’t want to fight.”

“Do you two want a drink?” I ask.

They shake their heads and follow me to the table. Renn sits across from me, and Tate takes a chair beside him. There’s a twinkle in Renn’s eye that makes my stomach tighten.

“You okay?” Renn asks. “You look a little putrid?”

“Learn a new word today?” I ask, spearing a broccoli floret.

“Yesterday, actually.” He stares holes through me. “Have you talked to Mom lately?”

Tate’s words from this afternoon ring through my mind as I take a bite of my dinner. “He just wants to talk to you and Gannon about buying the Tennessee Royals.”

This isn’t about Mom, and we all know it.

I stare at Renn and take another bite.

Tate leans back in his chair with a shit-eating grin. “This is about to get interesting.”

“Is this about the Royals?” I ask, watching him over the rim of my glass.

“Who told?” Renn groans, looking at Tate. “Fucker. I wanted to be the one to bring it up to him.”

“Why? So you could blindside him, and he could tee off on your face?” Tate asks.

Renn laughs. “You think that old man could hit me?”

The glass clinks as it touches the tabletop. The sound causes my brothers to stop squabbling and look at me. I lift a brow.

“Kidding.” Renn clears his throat. “But, yes, it’s about the Royals. I want to buy the team.”

“And I want—a lot of things,” I say, catching myself before Chloe’s name pierces the air, and I can’t take it back. “Doesn’t mean either of us will get those things.”

And neither will Thomas if I can help it.

“I was on board with you starting an airline,” Renn says.

“I had a business plan and no reason to have Towlin’s number on standby.”


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