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No Bad Days (The Fisher Brothers #1)(39)
Author: J. Sterling

“You were right,” Jess said to me, and I cocked an eyebrow at her.

“About?”

“He might be more charming than you are.”

I narrowed my eyes, fighting off the urge to shove my brother for no other reason than I was an immature, competitive jackass sometimes. This was definitely one of those times.

“Only because he’s had eight years longer than I have to practice. Just wait till you see me in eight years.”

I gave her my best smile as Ryan stood in front of Jess, pouring her drink through a small strainer before peeling back the rind of an orange and running it around the rim of the glass.

Frank sauntered over, his hand extended toward Jess. “Anyone going to introduce me to this pretty thing, or are you both going to be rude assholes all night?”

“This is my girlfriend, Jess. Jess, this is my brother Frank.”

Frank shot Ryan a look, and I knew it was due to my using the word girlfriend. I’d never called a girl that, let alone introduced one that way before.

“Nice to see you settle down with someone so respectable, Nick. And nice to meet you, Jess.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she said, her smile as big as mine.

Mail Call

Jess

Nick had introduced me to his brothers as his girlfriend. I knew that’s what I was, but hearing it come out of his mouth when talking to his family made me feel even more special, if that was possible.

“All right, everyone. Last call!” Frank shouted from behind the bar as he rang the bell that hung from a rope, the tattoos on his right arm peeking out from underneath his gray shirt.

Ryan laughed and shouted, “You don’t have to go home!” Then he waved at the crowd and they yelled in response, “But you can’t stay here!”

Everyone in the bar cheered as I looked around, my eyes wide at the choreographed chaos that surrounded me.

“Here you go, sweetheart. I hope you like it.” Ryan smirked before placing the light yellow drink in front of me and hustling down toward the other end of the crowded bar.

Nick watched as I tilted the glass toward my lips, taking the tiniest of sips without even smelling it first. “Ooh.”

“Good?” he asked.

The citrus hit my throat, along with a few other flavors I couldn’t even begin to place. “It’s delicious,” I said, taking a gulp.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Ryan!” the woman next to me shouted, and his head jerked toward the sound.

“Yes, m’lady?” Ryan said as he stopped in front of her.

“I’d like one last Adios,” she shouted, and the rest of the girls in the bar yelled, “Pantelones” in unison with her.

Again, I had no idea what was going on, but Ryan winked at me, his sun-streaked hair falling in his eyes, before pulling his shirt off and tossing it near the register behind him.

Nick rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face as he leaned toward me. “Every freaking night.”

I cocked my head. “Every freaking night, what? He takes his shirt off? I don’t get it?” I tried counting the well-defined abs that were now on display for everyone to enjoy.

“At the end of the night, if a woman orders an Adios Pantelones, Ryan takes his shirt off and makes the drink before he sends them home.”

Confused, I said, “But the drink means take your pants off, not your shirt, right?”

Nick laughed. “Could you imagine if he took his pants off? Frank would kill him, and guys would stop coming here. The idiot takes off his shirt because it makes the girls go all swoony and dumb. And they always come back.”

My jaw dropped open slightly. I could see how that might happen, but didn’t want to admit that to Nick. If I weren’t so into him, I’d definitely come here for the eye candy. The Fisher brothers—these guys should be gracing magazine covers and online websites the world over. They were that good looking.

And the swooning over them that was going on right now, I completely understood it. I just happened to favor the youngest one. Thank God he didn’t work at the bar.

A few days after formal and meeting Nick’s brothers, I believed nothing could stop the roll we were on. We felt solid, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content with him as I felt now.

Rachel called out from the hallway, “Jess, you have a letter from Dean Corentha. Did you make his list again?” she asked, teasing me about making the dean’s list last semester for my outstanding grades.

“Did you get one?” I narrowed my eyes at her. Letters from the dean were rare.

“Nope,” she said before bouncing off into her room.

When I opened the letter, my heart started to race with the first sentence.

Dear Miss Michaelson,

* * *

It is with much regret that I must inform you that your major of Film Production will no longer being offered as part of our school curriculum after the spring semester of this current school year. We know that choosing a major is an extremely difficult and personal process, and apologize for the late notice in this matter. If you would like help choosing a new major that we offer, please schedule an appointment with your counselor at your earliest convenience.

* * *

Here at State, we pride ourselves on bringing our students diverse and useful majors that will help you in the real world. If this news means that State is no longer the right home for you, I encourage you to meet with your counselor as soon as possible to discuss your future options, as we may have recommendations and help that we can offer.

   
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