Chapter 22

Harry placed his hands on Brooklyn’s hips. “Her name is Brooklyn, Mac,” Harry said lowly. “She’s not just a girl. Or a slut, Kirstie.”

The guy and girl, Kirstie and Mac, frowned and looked between Harry and Brooklyn before glancing at Greyson, who nodded.

Kirstie went slightly red, and she took a step toward Brooklyn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge,” Kirstie apologized. “I’m just used to seeing random, skanky girls around the place—”

“Watch it!” Greyson warned, and Brooklyn smirked slightly.

“I hope I didn’t offend you,” Kirstie said.

“She probably did,” Greyson shrugged. “She’s a bitch.”

“And you’re a dick,” Kirstie retorted and looked back at Brooklyn. “I’m Kirstie, that asshole’s sister.”

“You didn’t offend me, don’t worry,” Brooklyn assured. “You made a mistake. It’s nice to meet you.”

“This is my ma—Mac,” Kirstie coughed. “Mac, my boyfriend.”

Brooklyn smiled at Mac, who nodded politely. “It’s, er… great to meet you and a