“Did you make plans with them?” Felix asks.
“No. Zara specifically picked this bar because she knew none of the team goes there,” I explain.
“Seems she was wrong,” Pierre adds.
“Are you two being serious right now?” I look at my brothers, not surprised but also surprised.
“We’re just looking out for you,” Pierre adds.
“Because I’m not old enough to do that for myself?” I fold my arms over my chest.
“We’re not fighting with you,” Felix says.
“Sure sounds like you’re wanting one.”
“Those guys are great on the ice, but off of it they are playboys,” Pierre adds.
“No shit. You seriously think I am interested in hockey players,” I ask, raising a brow at my brothers.
“Sure as hell hope not,” Pierre bites back.
“I’m turning thirty next year. I don’t need you two morons telling me how to live my life.” I point at them both.
“You’re still our sister,” Felix argues.
“And I’m a fucking adult.”
“Lettie.” Pierre moans.
“Don’t you Lettie me.” I point at Pierre. “If I tell you I’m not interested in dating a hockey player, I need you to hear me and respect that fact. When I am around the team doing my job, I don’t need you two idiots jeopardizing it. That speech in the locker room on day one was utterly embarrassing. You may think it’s cute or funny or fucking, I don’t know, a warning to the guys, but it’s disrespectful to me. You totally undermined me at work. Imagine if I did that to you.” My brothers look confused by my outburst.
“We know hockey players and how they think …” Pierre argues.
“So. Just because you were both man whores doesn’t mean I want to date one.”
“Hey,” Pierre calls out, slightly offended.
“You two need to concentrate on your own love lives and not worry about mine.”
“Why are you attacking us?” Felix asks.
“Because it’s fair. You need to sort your shit out with Harper, and you need to sort whatever is going on between you and Issy,” I tell my brothers.
“Guess you got us there.” Felix chuckles, looking over at Pierre.
“Message received,” Pierre grumbles.
“Look, if I need your help or protection, I’ll tell you, promise. But I’m starting over, too, don’t forget, and you two are ruining that.” They both grimace.
“Have we?” Pierre asks.
“They already think I’m a nepo hire, which is true, but having you two boofheads scaring everyone doesn’t help. Please, I’ve got this. I’m good at my job. Even though you both may have helped me get this one, I’m still good at it, but I have to work twice as hard because of who my brothers are and how I got the job. So I’m asking you both to tone your brotherly shit down.”
“We’re that bad?” Felix asks, looking apologetic.
“You are.”
“You’re right. At work, we promise not to interfere,” Pierre adds.