“My best friend may have looked up your brothers on social media.”
“She did?” I’m surprised by her comment.
“Riley is … well, she’s a lot and I love her, but she’s a busybody,” Sloane explains.
“Or she was just checking to see I wasn’t an axe murder …” I joke.
“That too.” She smiles over the lip of her coffee mug.
“And what did she find out about my brothers?” I ask.
“That they are hot.”
I still. She’d better not think any of my brothers are hot, otherwise I’ll have to kill them. “They don’t have problems with the ladies,” I answer.
“I can see that.” She giggles. I flip the bacon in the pan aggressively. “Are any of them single?” I drop the spatula, the metal clanging against the frypan.
“Yes, they all are.” I pick it back up with a death grip.
“She’ll be happy to know that.” She smiles. “Any reason they are still single?”
“Yeah, they’re a bunch of assholes,” I grumble, which makes her laugh.
“Typical brother response,” she teases.
“You could do better than any of those idiots,” I tell her.
“Wasn’t looking for me, but that’s good to know.” She grins.
I look up at her, and she gives me a quizzical look. “You’re not interested in them?”
“Should I be?” she bites back.
“Hope not,” I answer softly, before busying myself with breakfast.
“Are you jealous that I think your brothers are hot?” she asks.
“No.” I pout.
“You are,” she says, laughing at me. I roll my eyes at her and flip the eggs. “I was asking for Riley, not myself.” I shrug, pretending I’m not affected by the conversation. “My sister is single, too, she might be interested.”
“I’ll let them know,” I tell her.
“You do that.” An awkward silence falls between us till Sloane pipes up again. “I think you’re the cutest of all your brothers.” She smirks over the rim of her mug, those cheeks pink with her confession. I hate how her compliment makes me want to preen like a peacock, but it does.
“That’s because you have taste,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
I plate up the breakfast and bring it over to her on the couch.
“This looks delicious. Thanks so much.” She moans over every single bite.
6
SLOANE
Ican’t believe I called him cute.
Cute. Like he’s some puppy dog and not a six-foot-something wall of muscle who literally saved my life and is currently sitting way too close to me on this tiny couch, eating bacon like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
