Love Brewing (Love Brothers #3) by Liz Crowe

from me,
    you asshole!”
    Even from where she sat Diana saw the sweat on his exposed
    shoulders and arms. She glared over at the two girls who’d installed themselves
    at a nearby picnic table, sipping their sodas. She spotted the one who must be
    Renee right away. Perfectly styled dark-blonde hair, a little too much makeup,
    but with those tits half hanging out of a silky shirt that probably cost more
    than the entire contents of Diana’s closet.
    “I know you weren’t camping, Dom. Better tell your new
    girlfriend over there to talk less. I’m willing to bet she has better uses for
    her stupid mouth.”
    Dom’s jaw dropped. The ball he’d been carrying bounced onto
    the pebbly parking lot. She waited, willing him to deny it. But he stayed
    still, hands on his hips, his gaze focused downward.
    “Go to hell,” she yelled so loud it hurt her throat. The
    last thing she heard were annoying giggles coming from the vicinity of the
    picnic table.
     
    ***
     
    “Leave me alone,” she mumbled into her pillow when her
    mother knocked for the millionth time. Diana hurt all over, head to toe. She
    must be dying, for certain, thanks to him. Her heart would simply bust out of
    her chest and explode all over her bedroom. The bedroom where she’d let him…she
    squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, just to blot out the sound of her own
    inner voice and of the bedroom door opening.
    “Get up. Scoot over.”
    “Go fuck yourself, Jen. You’re the one who…who…oh crap. I’m
    such an idiot.”
    “Nice mouth. Now get up and listen to me.”
    “Why should I? You screwed him first, remember?”
    “I know, and I’m real sorry about that for more reasons than
    one.” Jen grabbed her arm and hauled her up to a seated position. “What did he
    do now?”
    “He…it’s…she….” Diana sucked in a breath and more sobs
    exploded out of her, making her mad all over again. She let Jen hold her tight
    until she got under control, then she flopped onto the bed. “He spent the night
    with…with…Renee Reese.”
    “Hmm, no big surprise there. She seems his type.”
    “Hey! I’m his type. You are too, last time I checked.” Diana
    glowered at her sister. “I don’t wanna talk about him with you. Leave me
    alone.”
    “Oh, honey.” Jen rubbed her shoulders. “You’re better off
    without a guy like Dom. Trust me.”
    “You don’t know. You don’t understand. You just…just fucked
    him. You don’t love him. I love him and he loves me. He told me so.”
    “Di, listen.” Jen crouched down on the floor in front of her
    and brushed a lock of damp hair off Diana’s forehead. “He’s not a good guy. Not
    at all. I know I shouldn’t have…you know. But I also know that I don’t love him
    and can see him for what he is. He’s gonna hurt you, baby sister. I don’t want
    that for you.”
    “Oh, go to hell, Jen. And get out of my room. I don’t need
    you—my sweet sister who seduced my boyfriend right under my dang nose—feeling
    sorry for me.”
    Jen propped her elbows on the bed, shoving her face closer
    to Diana’s. “He is not your boyfriend, Diana.”
    “Yes, he is.”
    “No, he’s not. When has he actually used the exact words:
    ‘Diana Brantley, you are my girlfriend. We are together.’”
    “He…it’s….”
    “Yeah? What is it? Help me understand.”
    Furious at her sister’s bossy tone, Diana pushed away, got
    up, and flounced over to her window seat overlooking the yard. She touched the
    sill, noting the scratches Dom had put there with his boots the last time he’d
    scrambled out when her father’s voice had interrupted them.
    “He’s a bad guy, Diana. You don’t understand that yet, but
    you will.”
    Rage rose up from her chest and spilled into her throat,
    making her want to puke.
    “You’re not letting him get away with not using a rubber,
    right?”
    “Of course not.” Diana ran her finger down the window pane,
    wishing she could see him right now, let him explain, hold her and