“Try harder, Ace.” Grady slouches lower and tucks me further into his hold. He’s definitely making a statement with that move. My brother would be blind to not notice.
“Let’s move on,” Jace mutters.
I snuggle against Grady’s chest. “Great plan.” And by that I mean find somewhere more private for at least an hour. Maybe half of one would do. My man is a wizard, between the sheets at least. The telepathic message I’m sending him isn’t computing. We remain seated, facing the firing squad.
Grady clears his throat. “How was your most recent right-swipe?”
Some of the tension melts from Jace’s posture. “Meh, she was decent.”
“Will you see her again?”
“Doubt it.”
“She didn’t hit the spot?”
Jace chuckles. “That wasn’t the issue.”
“Ah, shit.” Grady snorts.
He shrugs. “Good for a one and done. Nothing more.”
My attention has been bouncing between them. My brother’s last comment stops me short. I wrinkle my nose. “You’re so rude.”
“Don’t hate the player, Sutt. I’m just a pawn in the game.”
I roll my eyes. “Keep telling yourself that.”
He nudges my foot. “Not all of us are fortunate enough to find that special someone, especially so young.”
“I’m twenty-two.” The urge to stick out my tongue is strong. I keep it reeled in for maturity’s sake.
Jace cocks a brow at me. “And been doodling hearts with Grady’s name since you were seven.”
My face feels hotter than the July sun at noon. Dammit. “You’re such an ass,” I grumble.
Grady strokes a finger down my fiery cheek. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I’ve loved you just as long, plus another day.”
“Not possible.”
He taps his temple. “You’re always up here.”
Jace whistles, effectively ruining our moment. “Fuck, that’s so sweet my teeth hurt. Didn’t peg you as a romantic soul, Bowen.”
“Find the right girl and anything is possible,” he returns with a glare.
My brother flicks his gaze my way. “I’m too busy keeping tabs on your ass to ever settle down.”
Grady tightens his grip around my waist. “Not your problem anymore, Ace. I got her.”
Jace seems to size him up for a moment, which is effing hilarious. A bright grin splits his face a moment later. “That you do.”
My brother’s moods are giving me whiplash. I rest a palm on my forehead. Maybe his floozy app will ding and he’ll leave. A girl can hope. Grady nips at my ear and growls, “All good, Sutt?”
I giggle. “My sugar rush is fading.”
“You only had two s’mores. How about another?”
He’s such a smart man. Who am I to resist? I reach for a roasting stick and shove two marshmallows on the prongs. My mouth is already watering when I lean forward toward the pit. I hold the pair of white puffs over a patch of glowing coals.
