He holds both hands up. “Don’t look at me. I’m boring. I don’t turn anyone’s insides to jelly.”
“Not according to what I accidentally walked in on a few days ago,” Bea murmurs.
He grins at her.
“Shit, are we supposed to threaten to beat this guy or be happy for them?” Jack says behind me. “What did we decide?”
“Bea, can we use Simon’s car again?” Daphne says.
“Again? You’ve seen her?” I ask.
She grins at me. “Have we ever.Ryker. The burgers. These guys are hungry.”
“Sorry, Bea,” Oliver says. “I’m going with them.”
“As you should,” Bea says. “Go on. Remember everything. I want the full story. All of the details.”
“Wait.” Daphne looks at me. “You have video of Margot cleaning a room full of bubbles?”
“I’ll show you in the car.”
“Good enough. I probably have to make some phone calls and pretend I’m smart enough to talk about lawyers and shit like that while we’re in the car too.” She looks past me at the triplets again, squeals, then throws herself at Lucky. “Oh my god, I have brothers.”
“We’re the best brothers,” Jack tells her.
“Lifetime of experience,” Lucky agrees.
“Hope the curse didn’t bounce on to you too,” Decker mutters.
“Hug in the car,” I order.
Oliver grins at me while he pulls his shirt on. “Are you always bossy?”
“Yes.”
His grin grows. “This is gonna be fun to watch.”
“Make her uncomfortable and die.”
“Margot or Daphne?”
“Yes.”
Bastard grins even bigger. “I like you. Looking forward to being brothers.”
Fucking twatwaffle’s making my eyes burn now.
Brothers.
I’ve never had brothers.
Not real brothers.
But in five minutes—in five minutes, I think I could be brothers with Margot’s ex-fiancé. The guy who’s now dating her sister.
How thefuckcould she possibly think she’s not good enough to be loved?
“Let’s go,” I grump.
