Page 83 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“Sienna.”

“Okay, maybe I’m not on it, but I promise I’ll learn them... eventually. But only for you.”

“No, not for me. None of this is about me. This is your career.”

I change clothes and wonder if it’s possible to change careers as easily. “Yeah. That’s true.”

“And don’t you dare think about texting Holden,” warns Jules. “Okay, bye.”

I set my phone on the nightstand. Can I go the full morning without being tempted to reach for it? Maybe. But I’ll need a distraction. Or three…

It’s a shame Cash had to revert back to his asshole self yesterday after he was sniffing me like a dog. I can’t believe he did that. I’ve never seen that in my life—not even in the raunchiest of movies.

I head into the kitchen and watch Eli pour coffee. Four mugs are out. Does that mean we’re all finally gonna be in the same room? Can these guys manage that without shooting each other evil glares? Or worse?

“Is this for me?” I ask.

Eli nods, slinging a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He’s shirtless. Again.

Knox is sitting at the table. Also shirtless. What is up with these guys and shirts?

I take a sip of coffee, suddenly aware that I’m alone in a room with two half-naked men. The third is probably still in bed, thinking about more reasons to hate me.

“You look a little better this morning,” says Eli. “How are you feeling?”

I look up at him and realize he’s studying my face intently.

“Doing okay.”

I concentrate on sipping the coffee, trying not to choke on it. That’s what a sexy pair of brown eyes will do to you.

And now I find myself staring back at him. God, the last time we looked at each other like this was when his dick was between my breasts. He was grunting, and Knox was inside me. It was so incredibly intense.

We both make our way to the living room and drop down on the couch. The fire is roaring, and the room feels warm and cozy.

I look at the flames while drinking my coffee, and I feel something that could be described as inner peace. Like I can finally take a deep breath…

“You can stay here for as long as you want,” says Eli, breaking the silence. “None of us minds.”

“That’s not true. Cash will definitely mind.”

“Cash will have to suck it up.”

I glance at Knox to get his opinion. Not much gets past those guarded eyes, but the unclenched jaw tells me he’s not opposed to the idea of me staying longer.

“Give us a warning when you’re ready to leave, yeah? At least twenty-four hours,” Eli says.

The hardwoods creak as Knox sits up in his chair, pinning Eli with a look, as if that request has angered him.

“But I don’t know when I’ll be⁠—”

“I understand,” says Eli. “Just give us as much notice as you can. For Henry…”

“Okay,” I say, taking another sip. There’s no way I’m going to be able to say goodbye to that kid without breaking down and ugly crying.

The floor creaks again as Knox gets up from the table and walks over. He takes a seat beside me on the couch, smelling of soap and pine. I breathe it in as quietly as I can so he doesn’t know I’m doing it.

They don’t get to look this good first thing in the morning. Their hair is disheveled, and it’s making me want to mess it up even more.