“Am I gonna start calling you Boo Boo now?” Con teased.
“If you do, I might hurt you.”
Con winked over. “Promises, promises.”
“I’m going to take a shower.” Race spaced out every word and stomped the rest of the way to the bathroom, turning his back on Connal, who wanted to goose him in the ass, but he didn’t.
That might actually get him smacked in the face or something at this point.
While he waited for Race to get out of the shower, he texted his brothers.
Connal
Boo, what are you guys doing?
Warrick
Well I was just about to sit down to some food. What are you doing?
Connal
Oh food. Poor me. I’m starving. What are you eating?
Warrick
What do you think?
Ryder
Salmon with some sort of sauce and stir-fried greens and some bread with honey
Warrick
Am I really that predictable?
Ryder
Yes
Connal
Yes
Warrick
Screw you both. Where’s Race, Con?
Connal
In the shower, and he wouldn’t let me come. I am in a pit of despair
Ryder
Hang in there, bro. Nolan says he likes you a lot
Connal
Does he? How does he know?
