Porter (Dick Dynasty #1) Read Online Free Page A

No such luck. The woman can hear conversations in China if she puts her ear to the ground.
    “There shouldn’t be pressure to be who you are, Porter, and you are his big brother whether you like it or not. Do what you do best and take care of them. I won’t be around to do it forever, you know.”
    “Neither will I, Ma. When is it time for him to start acting like an adult?”
    “About ten years ago, Porter. He hasn’t had many role models in that department though. He’s got some catching up to do.”
    Her voice was soft, but those words were sharper than any knife she could have buried in my chest. She gently patted me on the back and kissed my cheek before she wandered off toward the kitchen; presumably to gather her purse and jacket before heading home for the night.
    “What the hell did you do to Holly?”
    “Jesus Christ, Preston! Can I catch a break? Five minutes! That’s all I ask! Five fucking minutes without being grilled by a family member about my failures of the evening!”
    My youngest brother raised an eyebrow at me and caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
    “Mom found you, didn’t she?”
    I blew out a long breath and rubbed my hands over my face, “Yeah.”
    “Queen of guilt trips strikes again!” he stepped around the bar and poured us both a shot from the bottle beside me, “Let’s drink about it.”
    We touched our glasses and swallowed the whiskey in a single gulp.
    “Really though,” he poured two more shots, “what’d you do to Holly?”
    I pressed my hands to my eyes, not wanting to think about the pretty brunette with an invisible leash around my dick, “I kinda broke her martini when I trampled her.”
    “That’s it?” Preston paused with his shot glass half-raised.
    “Yeah. I apologized, but she was pissed and stormed out.”
    “Weird.”
    “Yeah.”
    “You should call her tomorrow and apologize again.” He set his empty shot glass down in front of him and slid a business card to me, “She’s not usually so easily shaken.”
    My stomach sank when I read it.
    “Are you shitting me?” I asked as the panic set in.
    “Nope. Make amends.” The little shit walked off without another word.
    “Fuck me.” I downed the shot he had left in front of me and stared down at the business card.
    Holly Nash it read in bold black letters Casting Director
    The name of the company was one anyone on either coast would recognize.
    I had spilled a martini on a casting director with the largest casting agency in Hollywood.
    Vodka-soaked olives had literally crushed my dreams.
     
     

 
    I flopped down onto the couch with a dramatic flourish and a groaned loudly.
    “Stop it, Holly. It can’t have been that bad.” Becks set the glasses of wine she had chased me through the kitchen with on my glass-topped coffee table.
    “It was that bad,” I corrected her, “and get some fucking coasters.”
    She ignored my request and shoved my feet off the couch so she could sit down, “Only you could attend a party with the three hottest men on the planet and find a reason to storm out without saying goodbye.”
    I was beginning to regret my decision to call in the cavalry.
    As my best friend, she should’ve been agreeing with whatever bullshit was coming out of my mouth, nodding sympathetically, and gasping at all the right times. The person sitting by my feet staring at me expectantly couldn’t have been my best friend. Someone had taken my Rebecca and replaced her with a doppelganger. I had stepped into Invasion Of The Body Snatchers and my best friend had been replaced by an alien, hell-bent on taking over the human race by replacing us with mindless clones.
    “Who are you?” I asked accusingly, “And don’t make any sudden movements or I will kick you in the face with my deceptively fashionable designer heels.”
    “You’re being a baby, Holly. Use your words and tell me what happened.”
    I sat up and snatched my glass of wine off the coaster-less glass surface and threw