I frown.
“Brock.” Ben swallows as if nervous. “I would like to take up the job offer to come and work for you.”
My face drops.
“Yes.” Brock smiles.
“No.” I snap.
“Joshua, I’m handing in my resignation. After everything that has happened, I just feel…”
“You are not going anywhere!” I snap. “This has to do with Bridget.”
Ben drops his head.
“Why? What’s going on with Bridget?” Brock snaps as his eyes flick between the two of us.
Oh, shit! He didn’t know. Here goes that protective fucking brother act again.
“Nothing,” Ben says with a snarl.
“Yeah, good. There better not be.”
“Can you just get out?” I roll my eyes. “You are so fucking annoying.”
“You are kind of fucking annoying yourself. I’m hiring Miller.”
“No, you are not.” I point to the door. “Get out.”
“I’m ringing him now.”
“Don’t you dare.” I snap.
My brow furrows as a thought crosses my mind. “Did you hook up with Abbie last night?”
He stills. “Possibly.”
“And?” I question. Abbie has been the topic of many conversations in the past between Cam and Ben.
Brock winks mischievously.
My eyes meet Ben’s. “I knew it.” He smirks.
I shake my head. “Don’t tell Tash and Didge. They will lose their shit.” I sigh.
“Yeah I know. I told Abbs not to say anything.”
“Good,” I reply.
Ben smiles. “Cam’s going to be filthy.”
I laugh. “He so is. I haven’t let him near her.”
“Yeah, well, keep it up. Hes not having her.” Brock snaps
I put my hands on my hips. God, this is going to end badly, but I don’t care as long as it isn’t my brother. My attention turns to Ben. “Take a seat, mate.”
Brock goes to walk out. “Come and work with me Ben. Miller is coming,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Out!” I bark, before I sit on the edge of my desk. “What’s going on?”
Ben looks at the ground. “I think it’s best if I resign.”
“Best or easier?” He doesn’t answer. “Why can’t you make this work with Bridget. You care for her, right?”
“She deserves better.”
I shake my head in annoyance. “That’s not your decision to make. Ben, your old life is over. You need to let the past be the past and focus on the future.”
“I don’t see us working out in the long run.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“We’re too different.”
I pause, knowing that’s bullshit. “So, you are going to throw away your job, just because of some chick?”
“She’s not just some chick,” he warns me.
“That’s not what you just said.”