Ignoring my brother, my eyes shift to Eli.
“Do you have something to rag on me about too?”
“I don’t rag,” Eli deadpans.
“Right…” Brantley drawls.
“Is there a point to this conversation, or can I get off and watch some mindless TV before going to sleep?” I ask.
“What you’re going to do is sit there and listen to our advice,” Mason tells me.
“Yeah, we need to come up with a game plan before you lose Iris,” Brantley chimes in.
I look over at Eli, knowing he’s the one behind this. “I hate you.”
“Hate, love, same thing. Now let’s figure this out before Adrianna gets off the phone. I filled the guys in on everything that’s happening, and we’ve discussed a couple of ideas on ways to win her over,” Eli tells me.
“What makes you think you guys know what will work?”
“All of us have our women, you don’t,” Brantley points out, making me flinch.
“Why are you my best friend again?” I mutter.
Brantley blows me a kiss.
“Anyway, we have a couple of different options. All of which don’t include abduction,” Eli says, shooting Brantley a glare.
Brantley raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, I stand by it. Everyone knows Iris likes him back. I think they should just go to Vegas, get drunk, then have a quick trip to the Little White Chapel and call it a day and live happily ever after. Once she’s married to you, there won’t be any leaving.”
Mason shakes his head. “You and Chloe really are perfect for each other, aren’t you?”
Mason’s not wrong. That totally sounds like something they would do.
Eli clears his throat. “Trips are options, just no drunken marriages. We don’t want the chance of annulments happening.”
“Guys…” I sigh.
“You need to show her that you care. Show her that you know her inside and out. No matter big or small, she needs to know,” my brother says, cutting me off.
Brantley nods. “Make sure you have her girlie shit at your place in case she wants to stay over.”
“We live in the same building,” I remind them.
“Doesn’t matter,” they say in unison.
“Bring her her favorite drink. Have one of her favorite snacks on hand in case she gets hangry,” Eli says.
Mason nods. “Make her dinner.”
Brantley snaps his fingers. “Foot rubs. They go crazy over that shit after wearing heels all day.”
The three of them nod.
They rattle off a few more ideas, and as much as I hate to admit it, they are good ones. All of them would be easy to initiate. I even go as far as to jump in and tell them an idea that I’ve had floating around in the back of my mind. The one I’ve floated only to Mason before now. One that they all agree needs to happen.
“This is all good and well, but what if she leaves?” I tell them when they are done.
“What if she doesn’t, though? What if she decides she wants to stay? Are you really going to let her keep dating losers when she’s right there for the taking?” Brantley asks.
