Miles’s laughter stops abruptly. “That’s a bad word, remember!”
I tilt my head to Dex, biting back my laugh, while he sighs. “We talked about this—they are adult words. Daddy can say adult words.”
“Lucie doesn’t sayadultwords,” Miles retorts.
Dex runs his hands over his face. “Yeah, well, Lucie evens Daddy out, just play with the dog while she’s here, bud. Before you get any ideas, she’s going back home with Beck later today.”
Miles makes a small noise as he goes back to playing with Dottie like she’s about to disappear right in front of him if he doesn’t.
“Way to turn that around on me, asshole,” I whisper.
Dex chuckles. “That’s a tactic I got from Lucie. You, Will, and Callie are the go-to bad guys, but back to our original conversation—fuck you, if you think I’m about to let this go.”
“You just said you were giving me a pass.”
“A day pass—this is different—yeah, fuck off.”
“It is, actually. You were very clearly in love with Lucie out of the gate.”
Dex’s eyebrows pull together then he holds out his hand. “Hi, Pot, I’m Kettle.”
I smack his hand. “No, no. I want tosleepwith Jensen. Friends with benefits max—that’s it.”
Miles cuts in again. “Why do you want to sleep with Jensen? That sounds really boring. And what’s friends with benefits?”
Dex mumbles a curse. “Really?”
“Yeah, that’s my bad. Welp, this is clearly another conversation for your dad to handle.” I jump up from the couch, creating as much distance from Dex as I can. “Jensen!”
I meet her and Lucie at the end of the entry hallway. Lucie’s sweatpants hug her curves in the best way, but I don’t have time to admire that. I also don’t have a death wish. “You ready?”
Jensen quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Great, let’s go.” I look to Lucie. “Miles has a question for you and Dex.”
Lucie folds her arms. “What question? It took me an hour conversation to undo the curse words Will taught him.”
I don’t wait around to answer, I simply take Jensen’s hand and walk for the door.
“Beck, what did you do?” Jensen chuckles, but I don’t have to answer because then we hear Miles.
“Lucie, what does friends with benefits mean?”
Once we’re at her apartment, I get why Jensen said this place isn’t worth fighting for—she’s practically living in a box. Thirty-five hundred for this place? I think the fuck not.
The entire drive Jensen was quiet, and while I appreciated that she didn’t ask for more details on the whole friends-with-benefits comment, I need to see some of that Jensen personality I crave.
I look at the wall closest to her bed and see the thin cloth with a pin-up girl design on it. I nudge her with my elbow. “Oh, hey, a tapestry, who would have guessed?”
Her nostrils flare with a deep huff as she shoves me back. “I told you it was a gift. My sister had it made with one of my drawings when I got my apprenticeship here.”
“You drew that?”
It’s incredible, so I guess I shouldn’t be entirely surprised…Jensen’s crazy talented anyone with eyes can see that.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t have been my first choice to go on my wall, but my sister said it was fitting for the situation…thought she would encourage me.”
Between the look on Jensen’s face and the softer tone in her words, something tells me there’s a bit more to that story than she’s letting on, but I think I’m pushing her enough today already.
