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I knew Landon came with plans to scratch my car, and as much as I’m tempted to bash his head on the metal and fill the scratches with his blood, there are more important things at stake. Such as Brandon’s approval. “Your brother obviously doesn’t understand reason, but I’m sure you do.” I step forward. “I’m on your and Glyn’s side.” “Back the fuck off,” Landon says while still vandalizing my car. The garage will fix that. But only I can keep this leverage in the current situation. “How do I know you’re not using her?” Brandon asks a very logical question. “If I were using her, I would’ve gotten bored within the first two days and let her go.” Which is true. Fuck. If I’m not using her, then what am I doing with her exactly? People only fall into three categories for me. Worth being used. Not worth being used. Neutral. She’s in none of the above. But I’m sure she’s in there somewhere, because she holds enough space to fuck up my day. “That’s not as reassuring as you were trying to make i