A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 4
“I regretted not wearing more clothes.
“I like those boots,” Anne said immediately. They were a pair of brown boots that extended up my calf, and probably the only thing that was keeping my extremities from freezing right off.
“Thanks,” I said. I looked up and down her body, looking for something to compliment other than her hair. “I like your jacket.”
“Thanks,” she said back to me. We walked in silence for a few more moments before she said, “So, he's your brother.”
“Yep. Well, my stepbrother anyway,” I said.
“So that must be why he's not your type,” she said.
She was clearly fishing for some kind of response. “There's more to it than that.”
She perked up a little bit. “Really?”
Oops, that might have been the wrong thing to say, I thought. “Yeah, really. He was a real jerk to me when we lived together as kids,” I clarified.
“Oh.” A silence hung in the air for another minute. “I'm sensing that this conversation is making you uncomfortable. Mind if I tell a joke?”
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