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I cut off his rant. “Guess where I am right now?”

I guess his curiosity beats his anger. “What? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just having juice with your friend Candy.”

Silence.

“Who the fuck is Candy?”

I crack up laughing.

“This is not fucking funny, Layla. Get your ass home now!”

“I can’t. Candy is telling me juicy information about you!”

I can hear him grind his teeth. I look up to talk to Candy, but she’s not even standing there anymore. That wasn’t very nice of her. I guess play time is over.

“Do you and your brothers just share girls?”

More silence. “Chase?”

“Hold on Layla, I’m just tracking your phone.” He mumbles distractedly.

“Tracking my… hell! Chase, I’m coming home now. Calm down.” Stalker much.

“Game over Layla.”

He hangs up on me. Hypocrite! Argh!

I drop by the grocery store on the way home and get groceries to cook dinner for everyone. I text Nikki.

L: Dinner at mine at 7!

I haven’t seen that much of Nikki, and I have my suspicions. I think she’s avoiding Kade. Because she’s terrible at making up excuses, and she’s always trying to get me to come to her house, instead of her coming to mine, because her ‘cat is sick’. She doesn’t even have a cat. I giggle, that girl is so crazy.

By the time I get home Chase isn’t even there. He was probably calling from work and wasn’t even home! Jerk! No one is home, so I get in the kitchen and start cooking.

An hour or so later, the table is set with a huge lasagne, two different salads, garlic bread, wine and beer. This is a simple meal for me; I’m pretty decent in the kitchen. By the time everyone gets home I’m showered and in my pajamas. These ones have large ice creams all over them. My sister and I have a thing for weird and fruity pajamas, we like to see who can find the most unusual ones. We are weird like that. I’m sitting at the dining table when he stomps in the house, scowl firmly in place. He sees me sitting there sipping on wine and his face softens, his scowl slipping.

“Baby..”

“What?”

“You. You’re adorable. I was coming in here expecting you to be pissed, and ready for battle. But instead you’re sitting here in your ridiculously cute pajamas, after cooking for all of us, sipping on wine. Fuck, it smells good too.” A smile traces my lips.

He walks over and takes the wine glass out of my hand, setting it down, then pulls me into his arms. I’m sitting in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear as Kade and James walk in.

“Fuck, something smells good!” James walks in beaming. They take in the meal that I set out.

Kade mutters a “Fuck yeah.”

They both sit down and start loading their plates. So much for waiting for Nikki. Kade takes a few mouths and moans.

“I remember when you said you couldn’t cook, Layla!” He growls with his mouth half full.

“She probably knew we would try to get her to slave away in the kitchen every day, I haven’t had home cooked meals since I moved out of Mum’s house.” James adds.

I can feel Chase’s body shake with laughter.

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