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Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother If you smell something fishy, it’s because Kylie doesn’t need once-a-week lessons, much less twice-a-week. She’s after something. I’m pretty sure that something is Beefcake. So what choice did I have, really, other than to follow along and go all Jason Bourne on their asses? Something weird passes…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother I take a sip of beer and look at my plate. Aria leans back against her seat, and though she doesn’t rub her stomach, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she patted her belly in a satisfied manner. She has the look of a well-satiated woman. “Let…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother T WO WEEKS LATER “You have to come to our Fourth of July party.” Miles moves around to the other side of the bench and switches out the weight. “Okay, let’s try this,” he says, moving into spotting position. “I think you’re ready to press a bit more…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother Kylie would love that shit. She takes a deep breath. “Right. Right. Okay, well … I’m going to go call Tina. She’ll have some useful advice about how to change his mind.” “Wait. Change his mind? Did you hear anything I said?” Kylie tilts her head. “When did…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother I glance back and see a cooler and a paper bag with Lay’s potato chips perched on top. I can just imagine what other junk-food monstrosities lay beneath. “Three hours,” I repeat. “Lots of time to get to know each other, Beefcake.” “Nope.” She grins and pats my…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother I choke on a chip. “Anyway, you get the idea,” she says, her voice a little wistful. “We were friends. Real friends, you know? He didn’t care that I was fat, and I didn’t care that he had cystic acne and sometimes got Oreos in his braces.” I…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother Sister is not going to be pleased that I’m bringing her boy toy and boyfriend into the same orbit, but that’s her problem. Serves her right for giving Beefcake all of those come-hithers that she has no intention of cashing in. At least she’d better not be cashing…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother He shifts my pink bag higher on his shoulder. “Where’s your room? I’ll take your bag.” I take four steps backward. “Here.” He rolls his eyes. “We’re next door to each other.” “Yup. And Kylie’s bedroom is one more door that way, so if you try to sneak…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother “Then don’t call me Mr. Walsh. It’s Gary.” I nod. “Sure.” “Speaking of my youngest daughter, where is she?” he asks. Great question. After setting me up with a beer and introducing me to her parents and a couple family friends, she’s disappeared. “Actually, for that matter, where’s…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother She’s recovered some of her composure and gives me a tiny, secret smile. “Why so interested?” I shrug. “Just figured wherever he is, I can find Aria.” Once again, her smile pulls a vanishing act. This is almost fun. “What do you mean?” I lift a shoulder. “They’re…