“Trust me. I’m not trying to, but that thing came around the corner a good three seconds before the rest of you. Then you started playing with it.”
“I wasn’t playing with it,” I protest. “I was—” I stop talking when the elevator in front of us opens and Helix’s new lab manager steps out.
“Hi, Dr. Bell,” my twin says, sounding extra breathy. I fight a smile.
“Hey, Dr. Hale. What’s up, Phoenix?”
“Not much. Just going to get Bristol and Jordie a coffee.”
She smiles, her green eyes shining from behind her glasses as sheholds up her own cup. “That’s where I was. We need a barista over in the lab building. The coffee over there sucks.”
“I’ll work on that this week,” Helix says eagerly, and Nicolette’s lips curve upward as her eyes sweep down my brother’s tall frame, stalling for a second on his ever-present suspenders. Seriously, these two nerds are so hot for each other.
“That would be amazing. I guess I’ll see you guys in the studio.” With a little wave, she’s off, and Helix cranes his neck around to watch her go.
Before I can comment, my phone sounds with Remington’s ringtone. Pulling it from my pocket, I see he’s trying to FaceTime me. “It’s Remi.”
Helix and I step into an unused office and close the door before I answer the call with both of us on screen.
“Shit, there’s two of you,” our oldest brother says with a grin.
“There have been two of us since, you know… birth?” Helix retorts.
“How’s London?” I ask.
“Busy,” Remi sighs. “I’m just checking to see how the McNamara shoot is going.”
“She’s still in hair and makeup with Bristol,” I explain.
Helix elbows me and blurts, “Phoenix popped a boner for Bristol Hanford.”
Remington howls out a laugh. “Goddamn, man. Tank is going to take your head off. She is hot though.”
“That boner wasn’t for Bristol!” I splutter in explanation before clamping my big mouth shut.
“Ohh, you’ve got the hots for the football player,” Remi teases, and I huff out my frustration. Because he nailed it.
“Well, Helix was checking out his lab manager’s ass in the hallway just now.” There. If he can tattle, so can I.
“Can we change the subject?” my twin gripes.
I roll my eyes toward him. “You brought up my boner.”
“You were messing with your cock in the middle of the corridor. I thought you had crabs or something.”
Trying to get off this subject before they question me further, I ask, “Did you hear about the guy who was with a prostitute, and then a couple days later, he realizes she gave him crabs?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell us,” Remi says, leaning back in his big leather chair in his London office.
“He went back to the prostitute to complain, and she said, ‘For twenty bucks, what did you expect? Lobsters?’”
My brothers howl with laughter, and we joke around for a few more minutes before disconnecting the call. When I try to exit the office, my twin leans his broad shoulders against the door and levels me with his steady blue gaze.
“How old is Jordie?”
“Twenty-three,” I say on an exhale.
Helix nods, and I can see his mind turning over the information. “It’s definitely an age gap, but it’s not that bad.”
