All the Wright Moves – Wright Series Read Online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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“Good,” I told her. “Did you touch my room?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No. I kept the door shut. I didn’t touch the studio either.”

“The drums are probably collecting dust.”

“Well, I dusted last week. Didn’t think it’d be good for the instruments.”

I grinned. “Thanks, Nor.” I took another step back from that smile. Friends, roommates, best friend’s little sister. “I should go see Whitt and Harley.”

“You haven’t even seen your siblings?” She slipped out of her heels and was suddenly several inches shorter. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Not that I’m going to see Campbell until he and Blaire are…finished.”

“Wife,” I offered as if that explained everything.

She waved me off and headed into the immaculately decorated living room. “Yeah. Yeah. Say hi to Whitt for me.”

“You guys been hanging out?”

She shrugged. “Not really. You know how Whitt is.”

I smirked. “Yeah. He’s a bit uptight.”

“I was unaware that twins could be complete and total opposites until I met you and Whitton.”

“That’s Whitt. Mr. Responsibility.”

“I’m sure he kept y’all out of trouble.”

“Don’t be deceived. Whitt can get in just as much trouble. He just never gets caught.”

She laughed. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“We’ll get him drunk. That’s when the best Whitt comes out,” I assured her. “All right. I’ll see you later.”

She waved as I hurried back out of the house. Unlike Nora, who I’d wanted to surprise, I’d told Whitton and Harley that I was coming back into town. Whitt would not have been pleased with an ambush, and Harley was busy as a freshman at Texas Tech University. Her schedule was a nightmare. Between classes, her scholarship requirements, and her active party life, I’d be lucky to see her at all.

I slung on a jacket out, which I’d left behind since I didn’t need it for perfect LA weather, and grabbed the keys to the Subaru. I’d gotten the Forester back in Seattle for a deal. She had nearly a hundred thousand miles on her and was still going strong. With all the money coming in from the Cosmere album, I might be able to replace her, but I hated the idea of it. We’d had a lot of good trips.

The drive to Wright Construction wasn’t long, and then I was parking in the lot off campus. Whitton had gotten a job at the company that had our namesake by making a phone call. I still didn’t know how I felt about it all, and Whitt felt weirder, but he wouldn’t squander an opportunity when it looked him in the face.

Because two years ago, our entire lives had been flipped upside down. The three of us had grown up in Seattle with our mom, Tanya, and our dad, Owen. He’d given us his name, but they weren’t married. As we’d gotten older, we had known that him living in Vancouver and showing up randomly to be with us was strange. A lot different than the other kids in our school. But we let it go.

Then, I decided to dig. What I found made me sick—we were dad’s secret family.

He had two other sons, Jordan and Julian Wright, who had lived in Vancouver for most of their lives and recently moved to Lubbock, Texas, where the head of the corporation was. I emailed my half-brothers, and when I didn’t get a response, I decided on a whim to drive over from a show I’d been playing in East Texas. Whitt had advised against it, but we got the truth that way.

After a year of back-and-forth about what to do, I decided to give this new life in Texas a shot. It ended up being the best thing I’d ever done. I’d met Campbell while working at a local studio and recorded a major album for the biggest band in the world.

One decision, and I had suddenly gotten everything I’d ever wanted.

I entered Wright Construction and took the elevator up to Whitt’s office, knocking on his door. His head whipped up, and then he waved me in.

“About time,” he said.

I shook my head at him. “Seriously? Not even a welcome back?”

Whitton shot me a twin look. “Welcome back.”

“Now, you’re just being a dick.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Let me finish this email, and then we can go meet Harley.”

I flopped back into the seat across from his desk, grabbing a pencil and flipping it between my fingers. Whitt gave me an insufferable look. But I saw the edges of his lips tug up.

We might be opposites. Whitt, the realist, to my dreamer. The suit to my rocker. The serious to my go with the flow. But he’d missed my wild energy as much as I’d missed his evenness. That was how it had always been.

“What do you think of the job?”

Whitt shrugged. “It’s a job. I’m going to get a promotion next month.”


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