“Are youinsane? You’re insane, aren’t you?” Ava’s voice was raised, and I exchanged a quick glance with Ash, who was grinning as we all listened.
“I’m not insane. You’re fucking delusional if you think that fucking dick doesn’t want to bend you over and fuck you.” Jett’s snarl was loud, and I could hear him marching towardthe kitchen.
“You’reimpossible!” Ava yelled at him, and all of us waited for Jett to come into the kitchen.
“I’mimpossible?” We all heard Jett stop. “Are you fucking kidding me? Yougave him your number!”
I winced, and I saw Ash open his mouth in anObefore he slipped off his stool. Gray had also moved from his corner toward the doorway, whether to hear better or intervene, I wasn’t sure. Hoping it would be the latter, I looked over at him at his side profile and saw the smirk playing about his lips. Maybe I gave him too much credit.
“Giving a guy my number does not mean I’m going to have sex with him, you complete fuckhead. Why would I do that when I’m with you?”
Good question, I thought as I heard the silence. I stopped basting and put my hands on the counter. Gray looked my way, and I saw the amusement dancing in his eyes.
Silence meant either Jett was about to explode or they were already half undressed in the hallway.
“How many guys have your number?” Jett sounded calm. Collected.
The occupants of the kitchen all held their breath, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who was screaming internally for Ava not to answer, or at the very least, we were getting prepared to run if the answer was not what he wanted to hear.
“You’re being ridiculous. If you must know, lots of guys have my number.”
Oh, Ava. I heard several like-minded groans.
“Lots?”I heard my best friend’s low tone, and Ash was already halfway to the doorway, as was Gray.
The squeal of surprise caused me to jump, and I was hurrying to the hallway with everyone else.
Ava was flat against the wall, her legs wrapped around Jett as he kissed her, his hands buried in her hair, and her hands werealready tugging up his T-shirt. Several of the guys were chuckling as they headed back to their seats.
Gray coughed loudly, and Jett slowly and leisurely broke off the kiss before he turned to look at the three of us. His grin was wicked as Ava dropped her head onto his shoulder in embarrassment over the audience.
“Am I late, Queeny?” Jett asked me casually as his hands slipped under his girlfriend’s top, and he chuckled as she hit his shoulder to stop.
“You’re late, and the in-lesson entertainment wasn’t needed,” I answered him lightly.
“Sorry, Quinn,” Ava called out as she lifted her head to see the three of us standing there. “He’s a caveman,” she said as she looked down at Jett with a small smile.
“Caveman, huh?” he asked her before he lowered her from the wall. With a quick move, Ava was over his shoulder. “I’m taking Wilma upstairs,” Jett told me with a cocky smirk. “Play nice with the boys, Quinn. Send me what I need, and I’ll check in with you later.”
Gray snorted and was already heading back into the kitchen, while Ash lingered for a moment, and we both heard Ava question why Jett was such a complete alphahole. Ash and I exchanged a grin before we both realized it, and then he was striding back into the kitchen.
I heard the door close on the upper level, and like a good friend, I closed the kitchen door firmly so we didn’t have to listen to either Jett or Ava as I finished my food prep lesson.
“Right, where were we?” I asked lightly as I crossed the room. Weirdly, the craziness that was the relationship of Jett and Ava had calmed me down, and I felt more confident as I finished the meal prep and told the guys how they were to record their food intake for me.
When I was finished and clearing the work counters, I was left with only two Devils.
“Are you sure this won’t mess up my training regime?” Ash asked me quietly.
“I have your training schedule from Coach Bowers and the sheet you filled in for me already. Every single plan I have created is catered to each individual. It’s not a one-size-fits-all. I know what I’m doing.”
Dark blue eyes met mine, and he said nothing. As the silence stretched, I wasn’t sure if I should speak. Our truce was tentative, but that didn’t mean it would hold. He looked over my shoulder, and whatever he saw in his cousin’s face, he gave me a slight nod before he was on his feet and left us in the kitchen.
My time alone with Gray was limited at the best of times, and I felt my palms get clammy. Turning, I forced a smile as I piled the cleaning cloths onto the counter.
“You good with yours?” I asked him.
His light blue eyes were cold and distant as he watched me, with his arms crossed against his chest. “You know I hate fish.”
