Page 16 of Undone

“What? No. Get out of here.” I shake my head, frowning, my heart pounding so hard I can barely hear over the constant thuds.

“She’s pretty. I never noticed before, but she had a glow-up while she was away. I mean—don’t tell Liv—but she’s got kind of a banging bod.”

I grunt, shrugging and dismissing his suggestion. “Hadn’t noticed.”

“Uh-huh.” Rome smirks at me, one brow arched high. “Sure.”

“What the hell are you talking about, sure? She’s all right, I guess.” I fiddle with the paper napkin beneath the plastic cup, wishing desperately for that beer. Preferably delivered by a different waitress.

“You guess?” Rome lifts his drink, taking a sip. “You act all weird every time she’s around is all. Seems like you might have a thing for her.” Fixing his eyes on me, he’s gauging my response like the trained military operative he is.

“No, I don’t. You’re full of shit.”

“Okay,” he snickers, the corner of his lip tipping up.

“What?” I scrub a hand over my neck, the skin burning. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” Rome mercifully drops the subject as Juliet sidles back to the table with the beer.

She plunks it down in front of me, and I nod, murmuring a thanks. I face forward—otherwise I’ll be eye level with her tits, and I’m already having a tough time in the hard-on department.

“You boys know what you want to eat?” Her pen’s poised above a pink notepad, ready to take our order, and now all I can think about are her full, round breasts. The delicate skin, the way her nipples turn a deep, dusky pink when she’s aroused, a sharp contrast to her fair skin.

Rome steps in, interrupting my daydream. “Sure, I’ll have the burrito bowl, extra beans and sour cream. No onions.”

“No onions? Since when?” Parker tips his head at Roman, one brow raised.

“Since two months ago. The smell gets to Skye now that she’s pregnant.”

Beside me, Juliet flinches, her knuckles turning white because she’s gripping the pen so tight. I swallow hard, beer churning in my gut. I’m torn between catching her eye and avoiding contact altogether.

I focus on the menu, black and white swimming in front of me, a sea of meaningless letters.

“Weird. Did she puke a lot?”

Parker won’t let the damn thing go.

“In the beginning. She’s over that phase now, thank god. But her sense of smell is better than a drug dog. If she catches one whiff of something that bothers her stomach, she gets triggered.”

“Bro, I had no idea.” Parker shakes his head, his blond hair flopping over his forehead. I love the guy, but sometimes my brother is clueless.

Juliet clears her throat. “Parker? What’s it gonna be?”

“Taco trio, with a side of guac.” He taps the menu, pointing to the trio.

“Pass on the guac,” I say without thinking.

“What? Why? I love the guac here.”

Juliet’s lips quirk, and she almost smiles. Almost.

“Trust me. I have it on good authority that avocados aren’t in season.”

“Is that so?” Rome rubs his hand along his jaw, peering over his shoulder at me.

“Yeah. I had a heck of a time finding a ripe one at the store.”

“All right, that’s good enough for me. How about queso then? Is cheese in season?” Parker grins at his stupid joke, and Juliet scrawls the order down, not bothering to respond to my idiot brother.

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