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Overruled (The Legal Briefs #1) Page 49
Author: Emma Chase

“Hey, ZZ Top!” That gets his attention. “It’s time for you to go.”

Ruby flinches when his hand tightens around her arm. Spit dribbles on his beard as he snarls, “Who the fuck are you?”

I smirk. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“This ain’t your concern—piss off.”

He turns back to Ruby, but I step closer—getting in his face. And my voice is low, lethally calm. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because my daughter is here and she’s watching us right now—that makes it very much my concern. So you’re gonna take your hands off her aunt right motherfucking now. Or I am gonna knock your teeth so far down your throat, you’ll be shittin’ molars.”

We stand off for a few seconds, unblinking. And I can see the wheels turning in his ignorant head—debating whether he can take me. Dipshit must have a shred of intelligence after all, because he lets her go, then staggers out of the yard.

“And don’t come back!” Ruby calls after him.

I shake my head. “For Christ’s sake, Ruby.”

She throws up her hands. “I know, I know, if I didn’t have bad luck with men—I’d be a lesbian.”

That makes me chuckle.

She nudges me with her elbow. “Let’s go get a drink.”

I loop my arm around her shoulders, and we do just that.

• • •

When I find Sofia, she’s holding two plates of food—one for herself, one for me—filled with chicken, potato salad, and ribs. “Thanks.”

We grab an empty spot at a picnic table and sit down to eat. “Well, that was interesting,” she says.

“That was nothin’—it’s still midday. The real interestin’ comes out after dark.”

“Everyone turns into sparkly vampires?”

I shake my head. “Rednecks.” I take a bite of rib that melts in my mouth. “So you and Jenny get acquainted?”

“Oh, we did. Comparing notes on your sexual prowess gave us solid common ground. We both gave you two thumbs up, by the way.”

“Just two?” I grin. “I gotta up my game.”

“So how did your chat with JD go? Did you make friends like I suggested?”

I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “I’ll tell you about it later. I was hopin’ to find Jenn, get some time alone with her.”

Sofia pushes her plate back—apparently finished. “Um . . . I think she went in the house.”

Laughter and whoops travel from across the yard, getting our attention. “I take back what I said about after dark,” I tell her. “Real interestin’ is headin’ our way right now.”

And my big brother, Carter, comes strolling up, wearing tight, stonewashed jeans and a white T-shirt with a picture of Bob Marley. A gold chain hugs his neck with a large, strange medallion hanging at the end. Carter is very similar to me in looks, if I was taller, lankier, and had a thick, carefully groomed mustache like a blond Magnum fucking PI.

I stand and accept the strong hug that almost lifts me off the ground. “There’s my little brother!”

Growing up with Carter four years older than me, he was my idol. I wanted nothing more than to follow in his perfect footsteps. He played ball in high school too—still holds the most completed passes record. He got a scholarship to Ole Miss, but dropped out after just one semester. Then he came home . . . different. Born again. But not in the Christian way. Now he’s that guy—the thirty-two-year-old who still goes to all the high school parties. Who gets beer—and other enjoyments—for the local teens. He’s the life of the party, and every one of them worships the ground he walks on.

“Good to see you, Carter,” I tell him with a smile. And I mean it.

He looks me over, smacking my arm with pride. Then he turns to Sofia. She offers her hand. “Hi, I’m—”

“You’re Sofia,” he finishes reverently. Then he hugs her—a bit too close and a hell of a lot too long for my taste. Finally, he backs off, holds her hands out to the sides, and rakes his eyes over her. “The birds told me your name.”

Her eyes flash to me, but I just shake my head. “The birds?” she asks.

“That’s right. I commune with nature every morning. You’d be surprised what she tells you, if you just take the time to listen.” Again, his eyes are all over her. “And you are every bit as lovely as they said you were. Look at these hips, your cheekbones, your . . .”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s beautiful.” I slap my hand square on his chest, pushing him back. “What are you doin’ here? I thought you parted ways with the church.”

He shrugs. “Even us pagans enjoy a good barbecue.”

The two girls standing behind him move closer. Blond, braided hair, petite, wearing hippie peasant tops, fringed tan vests, and beaded moccasins. They might be twins—definitely sisters. “Let me introduce you to my ladies,” Carter says. “This is Sal and Sadie.”

The one on his left steps forward. “I’m Sal, she’s Sadie.” She pinches my brother’s cheek familiarly. “You always get us confused.”

“Heeey y’all!” Sadie greets us with a giggle.

“We’re gonna go get some food,” Sal says. “You want me to fix you a plate, baby?” she asks my brother.

He kisses her brow. “You’re too good to me.” As they turn to go, he smacks Sadie’s ass. “Make sure you get some of my momma’s fried chicken too.” She squeaks and bats her lashes back at him.

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