She sighed. “Just my brothers.”
Which meant the answer wasno. “Should I ask?”
“I don’t even know,” she said, waving an exasperated hand at her screen. “Mikey says he wants to talk to me. Stephen wrote back and said to ignore him.”
“Perhaps, in this case, you should be happy to take Stephen’s advice.”
Her lips pressed into a flat line. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Reese pulled her hand into his lap. “Watch David cook. It will make you feel better.”
David bent over to slide something into the oven, his jeans stretching across his glorious ass.
Mati smiled. “You’re right. Idofeel better.”
“Like a miracle cure,” Reese said.
David turned and squinted at them. “Are you two being fresh?”
“Just realizing, in hindsight, it’s incredibly obvious you play hockey,” Reese said.
“How’s that?”
Reese let his eyes drift down to David’s butt. “Oh, ah, just that it explains your…”
“My…?”
Why had he started this sentence again? “Your rather shapely backside,” Reese blurted.
Mati snorted so hard it was a miracle she didn’t fall off her stool.
“Myrather shapely backside?” David repeated, a slow grin overtaking his face. He sauntered over and planted his hands on the counter between them. “You mean I have a nice ass.”
Reese grinned. “You have an incredibly nice ass.”
David pushed up to balance on his hands, his biceps bulging as he tipped forward across the counter and pressed a quick kiss to Reese’s lips. “Thank you.”
Reese traced his tongue over David’s bottom lip. “You’re welcome,” he whispered.
“And you’re welcome to it,” David whispered back before dropping onto his feet.
As offers went, that was definitely a first.
Mati laughed at whatever expression was on Reese’s face. Reese sent her a quelling look and she cuddled their joined hands against his erection in retaliation.
These two were going to be the death of him.
If David’s cooking didn’t kill him first. Dinner was a risotto with chicken, asparagus, lemon, sage, and possibly the tears of angels. How else could it be so delicious? Reese was too busy eating to ask questions, which would have interrupted Mati’s groans of ecstasy anyway.
Supposedly, it was “only” the best David could do with what he’d had in the house. The idea of letting the man loose in a Whole Foods made Reese’s dick twitch.
But almost any thought about David or Mati did that.
He was considering what he wanted to do to David for dessert when David’s phone chimed.
He looked at it and frowned. “Chance’s techs sent the garage video.”
Mati climbed into David’s lap as soon as he pulled his laptop closer. Reese scooted his chair close, and David wrapped a hand around his knee.
