He shook his head. “No. Actually… that sounds nice.”
She perked up instantly. “Perfect. I’ll get the popcorn.” She was already moving toward the kitchen. “And don’t you dare fall asleep on his couch, Kensington. I haven’t seen you in years—I’m milking this.”
Viper chuckled.
Pierce groaned. “I get movie rights.”
Viper shot him a mock scowl. “If you put on another damn sci-fi marathon—”
“Hey,” Pierce said, hand over his heart. “Intergalactic Warfare IV is a masterpiece.”
“Oh hell,” Viper grumbled.
“That’s debatable,” Lena called, laughing from the pantry.
“No, it’s garbage,” Viper said, smirking.
Pierce gasped like he’d been shot. “Blasphemy.”
Lena reappeared with a bowl of popcorn bigger than her head. “Anything without aliens or laser swords.”
“Thank you,” Viper said smugly.
A sharp knock hit the penthouse door.
Pierce frowned. “Expecting someone?”
Viper wasn’t—
Except he was.
He’d sent the damn address.
“Yeah,” Viper muttered, pushing to his feet.
Pierce followed close behind.
Viper opened the door.
Memphis stood there, grinning like he owned the place. Law hovered just behind him, steady as a wall. Rhett gave a small salute, travel duffel slung over one shoulder.
Viper gaped, he couldn’t help it.
“Hey, Viper,” Rhett drawled.
“Evening,” Memphis said with a smile at Pierce. “You got room on that couch?”
Pierce blinked. “Why are there three large armed men in my hallway?”
“Because Viper forgot how to use words,” Memphis answered, stepping past Viper like he didn’t need permission. “Nice place. Smells rich.”
Law nodded to Viper. “Didn’t want them running solo.”
Rhett plucked a piece of popcorn from Lena’s bowl as he passed. “And your brother’s doorman hates us.”
Lena’s face lit up. “Oh, I love them already.”
Pierce stared at the trio like they were exotic wildlife. “My night just got louder.”
