“Onyx scared them off,” he says, smirking.
I’m guessing we missed a band break because they’re back on stage. The lyrics penetrate my lusty fog now that he’s said something about the band.
“You make my blood burn,
My heart race, my need ignite.
A flushed face.
I see you dance, see you shake,
Tremble for me, undulate.
Feel me pulse, feel me breathe,
Hear you moan, filled with need…”
“Wow. They’re getting racy,” I note.
“It’s disturbing to hear these lyrics from my brother’s mouth,” Cash says, scowling. “It helps a smidge knowing he didn’t write it, at least.”
“You sure?” I tease.
He glares. “Positive.”
Onyx isstillstaring at Cash. Huh. Interesting turn of events tonight.
Chapter Ten
LAIKEN
“That’stwo-thirds votes for tulips, one third for daisies,” Taylor says. “Unless there’s any further argument, we’ll settle on tulips for this year’s firelight festival.” He looks around, waiting for someone to speak. When no one does, he inclines his head. “Very well. Tulips, Kellan.”
Kellan smiles. “Yes, sir.”
My eyes flicker to where Lie’s and Cash’s heads are bent together as they whisper about something. They have the last resident newsletter in their hands, which holds the agenda, so there’s a chance that they’re whispering about something coming.
My stomach flutters. Both with butterflies and guilt.
Beside me, Nason leans in and murmurs, “You think anyone really cares whether we have tulips or daisies? I feel like we’re stuck in a fifties show.”
I snort.
There are times over the last few days when I was sure Nason was going to call me on having my dick in his son’s mouth. Notthat I thought Lie would tell him. But it feels like it’s written all over my face.
Lie sucked my dick at work.
Like a beacon on my forehead. A flashing sign hovering over me. Guilt shining out of my eyes.
But he hasn’t said a thing. There’s no indication that he suspects anything. God, I’m going to bust.
“Moving on to grass height on Keone Reef. It’s been proposed that we lower the regulation height to one inch, max to three inches before mowing,” Taylor says. “This is to keep a more uniform appearance. I will open the floor for discussion.”
Discussion is loud. I roll my eyes at the stupid shit we talk about. Grass height. Whether there should be metered parking at the docks when no one drives vehicles, anyway. Whether the change in menu at the diner on Bane is acceptable, as if anyone gets an opinion outside of the owner.
Resident meetings are always a source of entertainment. At any given time, half the resident population is working. There are ways to weigh in on topics that are important to those working, even when they’re not present.
It’s rare that there’s anything truly noteworthy and important that’s discussed. This is like a homeowner’s association on steroids. I’m always amused that the Calloways allow so much self-governing.
