Reece, Craig, and Ashton all appeared intent on the game, but she suspected it wouldn’t take much effort on her part or Sin’s to distract them. It was almost halftime, and at least they’d made it this far without the Russell brothers dragging Sinclair home so she could “rest”, and Reece counting the minutes until their guests went home. Not that she wasn’t as guilty. And Sinclair hadn’t minded that early night from all appearances. Rumor had it that Melinda Roberts had taken herself back to the east coast, saying that Barrister didn’t have anything to offer her. Sinclair made some weird Mona Lisa face when Candy told her, and then shared the confrontation. “I tried to be nice and avoid a confrontation, I really did.” Sin had ducked her head. “But she was just so … Melinda. And then my guys surfaced and my inner bitch rose up.” “I didn’t know you had an inner bitch,” Candy remembered teasing her friend, but was thrilled to know that Sinclair was coming into her own, likely the result of being the center of her men’s world.
