Sleeping with the Enemy

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The restaurant my dear brother had picked for us to eat breakfast served the worst coffee on the plane

your sugar?” Patrick asked w

coffee. This

” he replied, taking a sip of th

and sugar to turn it a milky brown, I got down

f people commented on how much we looked alike. I supposed we did but he was painted with a darker hue. My fair blond hair compared to his da

replied before taking a bite of

better part of town, we could really be raking in the cash. We have some

ke the idea of an antiques store. That is so old fashioned. I don’t want to be t

That is so dumb. An

of antique shops we visit h

ught it up. “We need to quit shopping around

ng fine,”

put my marketing degree to use. Let me ma

. That was because he didn’t

ut I would like to b

hole. We get to do our thing and live without anyone breathing down our necks. If we get bigger, then we deal with bigger cl

be so much mor

’s more than wha

eave it. He abandoned it, and secondly, he l

Now it’s

e. We need to think about Hayden’s future. God knows ou

d without committing to helping me

one last sip of the nasty coffee. “

are you

ess and try to find that book Dad had

ou’re going to

the office and then he never does. I want those contacts. If we can find a sour

to the office by the end of the d

yes. “Thanks

g there. I wo

ouching his shoulder before w

em. He was the oldest and had shouldered the bulk of the stress growing up in that house. He’d always p

e actually work trips for my father to collect antiques for the business. I didn’t mind that it h

en my mom found out she was pregnant with our little sister, Hayden Marie. I had been fifteen and thrilled. Patrick had been less thrilled. He was already out of the house

they w