Broderick: A Sabine Valley Novel by Katee Robert (e novels to read txt) 📕

slowly. “If you stopped seeing Shiloh as some damsel in distress, she’d stop being unhappy with you.”

The words seem simple enough, but that doesn’t explain why she’s offering them. “Aren’t you invested in driving the wedge between us deeper? Why try to mend it?” Surely this is some sort of trap, but I can’t divine the dimensions of it.

“I don’t like seeing Shiloh unhappy any more than you like making her unhappy.” She fiddles with the hem of the shirt, lifting it an inch. For the first time since we met, I don’t think she’s trying to provoke me. “It was fun to prod at your relationship at first, but she’s really upset at you and I know her well enough now to recognize that ruining your friendship further will hurt her. That doesn’t work for me, no matter how irritating I find you.”

I really need to stop staring at that bared inch of her hip. Right now. I swallow hard. “You can’t really expect me to believe you care about her.”

“I don’t really give a shit what you believe.” She frowns. “Broderick.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t freak out, but I do believe we’re having something resembling a civil conversation.”

My skin goes hot, and I have to look away. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” I really have been an unforgivable ass to both Monroe and Shiloh. Monroe might delight in provoking me, but she hasn’t forced me to do any of the things I feel so fucking tormented about. She just dangled the bait and prodded me, and I went after her like a bull charging a red flag.

I clear my throat. “I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Shiloh further, either.” I also don’t want to lean on Monroe in regards to this. She’s just as likely to harm me as she is to help me. But I’m starting to believe her when she says she cares about Shiloh.

We have that in common.

What a strange thought; one that puts us on the same side for the first time since I met this woman.

“I have a few ideas if you’re willing to listen.”

Shiloh chooses that moment to save me from having to come up with an answer. She stops short when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”

I am so damn tired of fighting with this woman and constantly saying the wrong thing. I miss us. I miss spending time with her and the easy banter and knowing we have each other’s backs no matter what. I don’t know how to reclaim the closeness, how to undo the damage being back in Sabine Valley has caused.

But I know where to start. “I’ve been an unbelievable ass.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Go on.”

Trust Shiloh not to make this easy on me. We haven’t fought often over the years, but she more than holds her own when we do. How had I forgotten that? Or the fact that she holds a grudge better than anyone I’ve met? Gods, I miss her.

I clear my throat. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted that you knew what you were doing. I shouldn’t have tried to override your choices or acted like I knew better than you did when it comes to yourself.”

“You also should have done your duty instead of dodging it.”

“And I should have done my duty instead of dodging it,” I admit.

She stares at me for a long moment. There’s something lingering in her eyes, something almost like the relief and hope I feel blossoming in my chest. “Is this apology just because you can’t stand for me to be mad at you? Or are you actually going to change your behavior going forward?”

“The latter.” When she stares, I feel compelled to add. “I’m going to try. Being in this city is fucking up my head more than I expected, and I can’t pretend I’m not going to mess up in the future, but I’m going to try. I promise.”

“I’ll try, too.” Shiloh nods. “You’re forgiven.”

“How entertaining.” Monroe claps her hands. “You two are sickeningly sweet. Really, you’re giving me cavities. How is that you aren’t married with half a dozen babies by now?”

I stare at her, my face heating. Monroe is a human-shaped wrecking ball, and I kind of want to toss her right out the window. She knows I want Shiloh, and even if she’s not actively trying to fuck with our friendship at the moment, she can’t seem to help poking at it and saying things I’d rather kept silent. “Shut up, Monroe.”

“We’re friends.” There’s something strange in Shiloh’s voice, a note that draws my gaze despite my best intention to look everywhere but at her. She’s…blushing?

I blink. “We’re friends?” I mean it to come out like a statement, but the words tilt up at the end, morphing it into a question. I know how I feel, but Shiloh has never given me the slightest indication that she might feel the same way.

Monroe snorts. “Okay, let’s try this a different way. Broderick, do you want to strip Shiloh down and do all sorts of filthy things to her?”

I choke. “What the fuck, Monroe?”

She laughs and lowers her voice. “That’s a yes, husband.” She focuses on Shiloh. “And you? Do you want to see what kind of heat he’s packing in those fitted pants of his? Maybe try out the thing he does with his fingers?”

“Monroe.”

“Also a yes.” She claps her hands together. “So glad we got this out of the way. Let’s get naked.”

Chapter 15 Monroe

There’s a little voice in my head that’s trying very valiantly to remind me that keeping Broderick and Shiloh apart is the best way to torment him. To punish him for thinking he can cage the heir to the Amazon throne. That was the plan from day one, after all.

I’m tired of it.

I still don’t like Broderick all that much. He’s stuffy and too concerned with what he should be doing, rather than what he wants to do. Yes, I