“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bram asked him.
Noble shook his head as he walked toward the kitchen. “I’m getting a beer. Want one?”
Bram followed him.
I looked up at Roe. “Are we alike? Bram and me?”
He rubbed the back of his head. “After what just happened? Yeah.”
I frowned. I didn’t see it. I was about to ask him to explain, but the front door opened and Wyatt walked in.
“Honey, I’m finally home,” he said tiredly, his face downcast. After closing the front door, he finally noticed us. Or should I say,me.
His face lit up. “Well, hello there, joint thief.” He came right over to me and pulled me to him before kissing the hell out of me.
“Ah, shit,” Noble said, sounding stressed.
Wyatt broke away and stared over my head toward the kitchen.
“Charlotte,” Bram said, his tone laced with stress and confusion.
I slowly turned, bracing for him to erupt. Both he and Noble were standing just outside the kitchen in the dining room, staring right at us. “Yes?” I asked innocently.
“Just how many boyfriends do you have?” He kept his voice calm.
“Three,” I answered.
Noble cursed under his breath as he went back into the kitchen. The sound of cabinets opening and closing could be heard.
“Is the third Reid?” Bram asked.
“Yes, but don’t tell him,” I said. “I’m torturing him.”
Wyatt snorted.
“You’re torturing him?” Bram repeated.
“Yes.”
Bram glanced toward the ceiling for a moment as if praying to the Almighty for strength or patience. “Why?”
I thought about it and figured a simple answer was best. “Because he pissed me off.”
He appeared to like that reason. “At least there’s that.” He then stared down at his beer, pondering with a frown. “How does this work?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Noble said as he returned. He took Bram’s beer bottle and replaced it with a tumbler of amber-colored spirit. “Just drink.”
“Okay, then,” Wyatt said, drawing my and Roe’s attention. “It’s Saturday night. What are we doing?”
“What time is it?” Roe asked.
“Almost seven,” Wyatt answered.
I went over to the coffee table and picked up my keys. “I want to go out. While you two decide what we are going to do, I’m going home to get changed. Pick me up when you’ve decided.” I headed for the door. “Bram, I’m heading home.”
“I’m right behind you,” Bram said.
“I gotta get back to work,” I heard Noble say as I left.
