Todos los capítulos de Falling for My Best Friend's Brother: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Avery's POV"It may be nothing," Gregg said. "But I thought you should know."I sat still and waited.He shifted slightly in his chair, the way he did when he was about to say something he had not fully decided how to frame yet."Last weekend," he said. "Saturday night. You were not working but we had a full floor. It was a busy night as usual." He paused. "One of the bar staff mentioned to me on Sunday that there had been a girl asking questions.""What kind of questions?""About Scarlett," he said. "About you specifically. Who you were, whether you worked every Friday, other days of the week you were working, whether you were available for private bookings outside the regular schedule." He looked at me steadily. "She was not a client looking to book. She was not asking the way clients ask. She was asking the way someone asks when they are trying to find out information about a person."I kept my hands still in my lap."Did anyone tell her anything?" I said."No," he said. "The bar s

Avery's POVI stood there for a second with Nikki's words in the air.'You should be more careful about who you let into your personal life. Lines get blurry.'I turned back around to face her. She was still at the bar, still holding that small smile, still with that small composed expression that had not moved since the beginning of the conversation. She looked like someone who had placed something down carefully and was watching to see if it would break."What did you just say?" I said."I think you heard me," she said."Say it again."She put the phone down on the bar with a small precise click. "I said lines get blurry when you let people from outside the building get too close to what you do inside it." She looked at me directly. "It is just a general observation. A friendly one.""A friendly one," I said."Absolutely," she said. "I have nothing but goodwill for you, Scarlett."I looked at her for a moment. She looked back at me with the patience of someone who had more time tha

Avery's POVI opened the spreadsheet on Friday morning.I had been putting it off since Wednesday, telling myself I would look at it properly over the weekend, telling myself it was not as bad as I thought, telling myself that one rough month did not mean anything in the long run. I had been telling myself a lot of things and none of them had made me feel better, which usually meant the thing I was avoiding looking at was worth looking at.I made tea and sat down at my desk and opened the laptop.The spreadsheet was not complicated. I had set it up in the month when I first started at Velvet Underground, a simple breakdown of income versus outgoings, updated every month so I always knew exactly where I stood. Most of the time I did not need to look at it because the numbers were reliable enough that I could keep track in my head. The past few weeks were the first time in six months that the numbers had stopped being reliable.I started with the fixed column. Mortgage payment, which wa

Avery's POVJade was making pasta.Not from a packet, actual pasta, which meant she had either had a good day or was stress-cooking, and based on the focused way she was chopping an onion when I came in I suspected it was the second one. I pulled a stool out from under the breakfast bar and sat down and watched her work."You cook when you're processing something," I said."I cook when I'm hungry," she said, without looking up from the chopping board."You made a full bolognese from scratch at eleven o'clock at night last month because you got a bad grade on an essay," I said."The pasta was therapeutic," she said. "There is nothing wrong with therapeutic pasta."I propped my elbows on the counter and watched her. The kitchen was warm and smelled like garlic and the radio was on at low volume, some station neither of us had ever identified but which seemed to always be playing something that was not too loud and not too quiet. It was the version of Jade's kitchen I liked best, the eve

Avery's POVI woke up thinking about it.Not about the work situation or the numbers on the spreadsheet or Nikki's smile in the corridor. I had gone to sleep with all of those things and my brain had apparently sorted through them overnight and set them aside and left only one thing waiting for me when I opened my eyes on Saturday morning. One sentence that Jade had dropped into the end of an ordinary evening dinner like it weighed nothing at all.Liam had asked Jade if I had people around me. He knew fully well that Jade did not like the fact that he cared about me. Yet he decided to still ask her anyway.I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling and let the morning come in slowly. The light through the curtain was the thin grey kind that meant it was not late but it was not early either, somewhere between eight and nine, the kind of morning that did not demand anything immediately and gave you no excuse not to think about the things you had been putting off thinking about.I went t