Page 4 of Best Served Cold

Gray swiped a few drops of condensation off his bottle and flicked them at my brother. They splattered onto my cheek.

“Children,” I said calmly. “Do I need to separate you two?”

“Sorry, Daddy.” Gray batted his eyelashes at me.

“Brat.” I pinched his thigh.

“Does Rath really have a better ass than me?” River asked, twisting so he could look behind him and check his butt out.

“Yes,” Rath and Gray both said.

“Bummer.”

“This is all fascinating.” I got to my feet and brushed off my hands. “But we have work to do.”

River shot me a look that said he knew exactly why I was so eager to get back to hanging drywall. I ignored him.

“I mean, if you want to check out my ass, you just have to say so.” Rath stood, angling his body so his ass was on full display for us.

Before I could stop it, my gaze traced over the swell of his admittedly generous ass and impossibly thick thighs.

His pants were the same cut as mine, but because of his body type, they were tight like skinny jeans rather than the slim fit they were on the rest of us.

Another of those ripples of anger detonated deep in my stomach. I tore my gaze away, scowling. “No one is checking out your ass.”

“I totally am,” River said.

“Speak for yourself.” Gray tilted his head to get a better look.

“Do I need to tell Caleb you’re drooling over Rath’s ass?” River asked with a grin.

“Considering how much of an ass man Caleb is, I think he’d understand.”

Rath shifted so his ass was out of view. “Looks like you’re the outlier, Z.”

I pulled in a deep breath at the nickname.

Our crew loved giving each other stupid nicknames and everyone had been calling me Z since my first day. It wasn’t especially clever, and I didn’t hate it or anything, but didn’t like how it sounded coming out of Rath’s mouth.

“Or I’m the only one with taste,” I argued.

“Turn around.”

“Excuse me?” I pinned him with a glare.

Rath made a ‘turn around’ motion with his hand. “I need to see what I’m comparing myself to.”

“Not happening.”

His eyes went to River. “Help a guy out?”

Grinning, my brother spun, then struck a pose, his hip cocked and his ass popped out.

“Traitor,” I grumbled.

My brother and I were mirror twins, which meant we were completely identical except the few birthmarks we had were on opposite sides of our bodies, making us look like reflections when we faced each other.

If Rath wanted to see my ass, all he had to do was look at River’s.

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