Chapter 142 Emma

• She slammed the door behind him, but not before hearing his laughter echo down the hall. The girls scampered after, heels clicking as they fled the house, whispering and giggling. One called out, "Call us later, Justin!"
• Alone with her brother now, Emma whirled on him. "What the hell, Justin? Those girls looked barely legal! And Jefferson? Seriously? The guy's a walking HR violation. Why are you even friends with him?"
• Justin pulled up his pants, zipping them with a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit the guilty kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Come on, Em. It's not like that. They're both twenty, okay? Consenting adults. And Jefferson's cool—he's got stories, connections. Helped me get that job last year, remember? He's not as bad as you think."