Page 113 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

My brain is chewing on ideas to make Lola’s studio more successful than she ever dreamed about. Ideas like exclusive branding, franchising and national exposure float through my mind.

Now may not be the best time to bring all of it up, but I’m dying to run it by Lola and the guys.

“I’ve been thinking,” I start.

“When aren’t you thinking?” Reid chimes in.

“Be nice, butthead.” Lola tosses one of the throw pillows at him. “Go ahead, Miles. What were you thinking about?”

“I know you like to handle things on your own. But I have some ideas that I think could help take your business to the next level.”

“Like what?”

“You’ve already built the hardest part,” I tell her. “But I think I can expand on that and help you take it further.”

“I have an idea too,” Jude says, raising his hand.

“We’re not in grade school, dumbass. Put your hand down.” Reid sets his phone on the table. “I want in. Marketing. Events. Outreach. Whatever you need—I’ll make it happen.”

Lola doesn’t respond right away. She starts to say something, then stops. She swallows hard and tries again.

“You guys…” she manages. A single tear tracks down her cheek before she can blink it away.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, babe.”

She leans in and kisses me, then settles against my shoulder again.

“Who’s up for a game of Scrabble?” Jude asks. “I’m feeling lucky tonight.”

Reid jumps up from his chair, nearly knocking it over in his excitement. "I'm going to destroy all of you again. Just like last time."

"Last time?" I can't help but laugh. "You mean when I beat you by thirty-seven points?"

"In what universe?" Reid counters, already heading to the shelf where we keep the board games. "I dominated that game and you know it."

"You're full of shit," I tell him, but I'm smiling. "The only reason you think you won is because you can't add."

Lola shifts off my lap, settling beside me on the couch. "I remember you winning, Miles," she says, giving my thigh a squeeze.

"Thank you," I say, shooting Reid a smug look. "At least someone here is honest."

Jude snorts. "Remember when he tried to play 'quixacu' and claimed it was an ancient Sumerian musical instrument?"

"That was legitimate!" Reid protests, setting the Scrabble box on the coffee table.

"You're the worst cheater I've ever seen," I tell him as I help set up the board. "You don't even try to make your fake words sound plausible."

Reid starts arranging the letter tiles face down. "Just because you don't know a word doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Dramastic," I say flatly.

Lola bursts out laughing. "Oh my god, I remember that one!"

"It's a real word!" Reid insists. "It's a cross between dramatic and drastic. Look it up."

"I did look it up," I counter. "It's not in any dictionary."

"You used the wrong dictionary then," Reid says with complete confidence. "Oxford has it."