“Brent, thank you for being honest,” I murmured.
He grunted. He may have been truthful, but he sure didn’t like it.
“And Cole, it’s sounds like you need to give the woman a few more hints that you’re not into the arranged marriage crap,” I grumbled, throwing an arm over his chest and leg over his thigh and squirmed my fanny back against Brent.
Brent gasped. “Hell, darlin’. Don’t do that right now.”
“I’m not even going to ask,” Cole muttered, pausing, and then answering, “I have been trying with her.” He chuckled. “She’s very persistent.”
“Try harder,” I retorted, then yawned great big.
Cole’s free hand glided up and down my arm in unhurried strokes and Brent cupped one of my breasts with the hand that had been snaked around my stomach.
“I can feel what you’re holding,” Cole griped.
“Good,” Brent fired back.
“Good night, gentlemen.” I yawned again and closed my eyes. “And I’m using that term very loosely, mind you.”
Chapter Eleven
A BLINDING FLASH.
A snicker.
Eyes fluttering open, I saw Stash dressed in…nothing?...and standing on the side of the bed. He turned the camera around in his hand and showed me the shot he had evidently just taken. He pointed at it and smiled big, showing all of his pearly whites, before turning and strolling out the door naked as a jaybird. Oh, yes. He was most definitely strange. And even better looking without the towel from last night.
Also, Brent and Cole were really going to hate that shot.
I leaned up on one arm from the pillow I had been using – Cole’s stomach – and looked down at Brent and Cole. I giggled. Oh. They were positively not going to approve of that picture.
Somewhere during the middle of the night, I had slithered down the bed and Brent and Cole hadn’t moved a whole lot. Cole’s arm was still half under my pillow, his face toward Brent’s. Brent was lying on said arm and still facing Cole. They looked like they were cuddling in slumber. I cocked my head. I guess they kind of were.
I glanced at the clock. And gawked. They were going to be late.
“Y’all, wake up!” I ordered urgently, shaking them. “It’s 7:28! You’ve got a half hour to get to work!”
“What?” Cole woke up immediately. His eyes widened when he focused on Brent, where he was facing, and shouted, “Jesus Christ!”
He punched Brent’s shoulder, yelling, “Get off me, dammit!”
“Huh?” Brent asked, actually halfway waking.
“Wait, wait!” I cried when Cole went to slung him again. Didn’t help.
Brent’s eyes popped open, and he stared into Cole’s eyes…that weren’t so far away. He screamed. I don’t think I had ever heard him scream before. Huh.
Well, not the time.
“Would you two quit yellin’ and hittin’? You’re giving me a headache!” I hollered.
Both gazes found mine. Boy, did they look freaked. I sighed. “I told you if you couldn’t take being in the same bed to leave last night.”
Cole blinked, still in shock, and Brent rolled away from Cole, rubbing his eyes like they burned.
“What the hell’s going on?” Zane rushed into the room. He, at least, had boxers on. I did a double take. Goodness. He wasbuilt. With…a tiny, teddy bear tattoo – a Snuggles lookalike – that sat along his underwear line on his hip. Odd, that.
Huh.
