“What? Did you just remember something?” Felix asks, not knowing why I cursed.
Grayson adjusts in his seat again, and someone’s foot kicks mine under the table.
“Sorry,” he says out of habit as I apologize at the same time, but for an entirely different reason.
“Um, hotels,” I answer as a valid thought actually forms in my undersexed brain.
“You’re staying here,” Remy says without even looking over at me.
“No, I mean LaPointe, he had to stay somewhere if he’s been in town a few days. Maybe someone can tie him and the victim together.”
While the idea is fresh, I pull out my phone and shoot a text off to Dad.
Me:I’m going to hit the hotels in town, see if LaPointe stayed local.
Dad:Keep me updated.
“Can one of you take me to pick up my car? I really am worried about Mickey having it towed,” I request as Remy sets a big fluffy omelet in front of me. It’s covered in gooey cheese and my mouth waters. I look up at him, and my mouth works before my mind. “I love you.”
“I know.” He leans over the table and plants a quick, hard kiss on my lips and says, “Dig in.”
I really didn’t mean it the way he’s taking it, or maybe it was a slip because I kind of do still love him. I never stopped, but it was meant to be more of a joke.
“I can cook too,” Felix says, scooting a little closer to me.
“Do you want some?” I offer, more than willing to share the huge portion.
“No, he does not. Eat,” Remy intones.
When I slice the end off, cheese and slivers of ham slide out of the inside. I close my eyes after the first bite and let out a little moan of appreciation. It’s that good.
“I’m making dinner,” Felix announces.
“Whatever, be quiet,” Grayson grumbles, hushing him.
I pause with a bite poised at my lips, realizing they are all watching me. “Aren’t you guys eating?”
“Already did this morning.” Remy slides into the bench next to Grayson.
“Not hungry.” Felix licks his lips, and I would swear he is. I flick my eyes to Grayson and wait for his answer.
“I ate with him earlier.” He tips his head toward Remy.
“I hate working out alone,” Remy comments in way of an answer, “and I thought it would help let off some steam. He gets breakfast out of the deal. It’s a win-win.”
“For you, maybe. Normal people don’t get up at four in the morning to shove shit around,” Grayson replies, but his shoulders are relaxing. That more than anything makes me take another bite of food. I like watching the three of them interact. That’s how I ended up with them in the first place. I always wanted to be in their group.
Remy lived across the street from me. I would play ball and stuff in my front yard to try and get his attention, but he always had Felix and then Grayson, so they mostly ignored me. That is until Dad took me to the batting cages a few times. I’m pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing, because the guys were always there at the same time, but he acted like it was just a coincidence. I showed off a little, letting them see I would be a good player, and the next thing I knew, Remy was knocking on my door asking if I wanted to play ball.
I don’t think Dad realized at the time what he was setting up for the future. He might not have been so keen to help me get what I wanted if he knew it would end up with me falling in love with all three of them. I have no regrets though. Even when I left town, I wouldn’t have traded a single minute I had with them for anything else.
After my last mouthful, I let out a groan. I’m so full, but I’m not embarrassed to say I ate every single bite of my breakfast. I have a food baby that makes me look three months pregnant, but damn, it was delicious, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“She ate the entire thing,” Remy whispers, as if he can’t believe it.
“I would do it again.” I let out a small burp that I’m too late to cover, so I sheepishly add, “Excuse me.”
Remy tips his head back and lets out a roar of laughter. Grayson is smiling next to him, watching his friend.
