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“Hello?” My voice came out as a croak.

“Joy, where the hell are you?” Randy's voice boomed through the speaker, loud enough that Graham stirred beside me. “We’re outside the address that Mom gave us. This yellow house. Nobody’s here.”

I sat up, running my free hand through my tangled hair. “I'm sorry, I should have called. I'm at Graham's.”

The silence stretched so long I thought the call had dropped.

“You're where?”

“I'm at Graham's house.” I could feel heat creeping up my neck.

“It’s six-thirty in the morning on a Friday. What the hell are you doing at biker-boy’s house at that hour?” Randy growled.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, grow up! What I’m doing is talking to you. Now, are you coming over or not?”

“Depends. Are you going to be dressed when we get there?”

“I will be, I can’t speak for Graham.”

Randy groaned.

“If you get here fast, you’ll be in time for waffles,” I tempted.

“Do you have strawberries and whipped cream?”

“Of course. And it’ll be fresh whipped cream, not that stuff from a tub or a can.”

Randy sighed. “I’ll be there in a half hour.”

Randy hung up without saying goodbye.

Asshole.

“That went well.” Graham's voice carried that dry humor I'd grown to love.

“He’s going to be awful to you.” I turned to face him, taking in his sleep-rumpled hair and the beard that always looked perfect no matter what. “Randy's already in full protective big brother mode, and if he brings Seth, he’s going to be worse.”

“Baby, I handled ISIS fighters who wanted to kill me. I think I can manage your brothers.”

I traced my finger along his collarbone, needing the contact. “The ISIS fighters didn't love me before you did.”

“There is that.”

“I guess we need to get up.” I pouted. “Want to share a shower?”

He grinned.

With that, all thoughts of my brothers flew out of my mind.

Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later, because my man was talented, I was barely dressed, with my wet hair in a braid, just starting to mix up the waffle batter when the rumble of a truck engine announced Randy’s arrival. Through the kitchen window, I watched Seth climb out of the driver's side while Randy emerged from the passenger seat.

“They look thrilled to be here.” Graham appeared at my shoulder, handing me a fresh cup of coffee.

“Just remember, underneath all that attitude, they love me.” I leaned into his solid warmth for a moment. “And they're scared.”

The doorbell rang, followed immediately by heavy knocking.

“I'll get it.” Graham squeezed my shoulder.