Page 87 of Unforgettable

It was an outfit I’d worn several times, but without the time to put together something new, it was the best we were all going to get.

No more than twenty minutes later, I was striding back into the kitchen to find Reed and Josh stacking the Tupperware containers neatly in the cabinet.

“You didn’t have to do that. I would’ve figured it out when I got back.”

Reed scoffed, and Josh suppressed a chuckle. “No, you would’ve left them in the sink for days, and when you finally got tired of looking at them,thenyou would’ve thrown them back into the cabinet.”

I pretended to act offended, but he was right.

Ignoring him, I turned to the fridge and pulled out the dessert I’d prepared for the dinner. Although it’d slipped my mind that day, I had the forethought the day before to make the dessert.

Even the Amanda from the day before knew I was likely to forget.

“Are we ready?” I asked, turning back to the men and taking them in.

Reed leaned against the kitchen island, a navy-blue pullover straining across his muscular chest and down his arms. His jeans were a light denim, and his ankles were casually crossed, showing off a small amount of his dark-brown boots.

Josh stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands pushed in the pockets of his dark jeans. His blue-and-green flannel shirt was tight in all the right places and matched his eyes so well.

There was something about the flannel, though, that made me do a double take.

“Like what you see, babe?” Josh joked with a playful wink.

“Is that the shirt I bought for Reed last Christmas?”

Josh looked down at the shirt and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Do you share clothes a lot?” I asked as Reed pushed Josh’s shoulder, forcing Josh to turn and face him.

“Dude, that is definitely my shirt. What have I told you about wearing my damn clothes?”

“Not sure why it’s such a big deal. You wear mine, too.”

We all made our way to the door, and I hollered to my brother that we were leaving without a response. Reed grabbed the dessert out of my hands, still scowling at his friend, while Josh handed me my purse and opened the door for us.

“Kinda think it looks good on him, Reed. Maybe you should let him borrow it more often,” I chided, knowing I was just adding fuel to the fire, but I couldn’t resist.

“Borrowing it would require asking first. He straight up stole it.”

“But I have every intention of giving it back, so I agree that I borrowed it.”

The guys bickered back and forth about the fundamental differences between stealing and borrowing as we headed to Josh’s white truck.

“You can have shotgun,” I told Reed as I hurried ahead and slipped into the back seat of the truck so there wasn’t any further argument.

They were both still arguing when they approached the car, and I rolled my eyes. They were the best at getting on each other’s nerves, but it felt like more than annoyance—it bordered on actual anger and frustration, which was unusual.

Josh shook his head and pulled open the driver’s side door at the same time Reed rounded the truck. But he completely bypassed the front seat and yanked open the door to the back.

“Mind if I join you?” He smirked, and I scooted over as he climbed in.

“Seriously?” Josh scoffed. “What the fuck am I? Your chauffeur?”

Reed set the dessert on the floor between his feet and reached across the seat to wrap his arms around my waist. With a swift tug, he moved me to the middle seat and smiled when I put on my seat belt.

The warm weight of his hand found my thigh, and I tried not to audibly sigh.

“No, if you were our chauffeur, and I was paying you to drive us, I’d also include in your instructions to keep your thoughts to yourself.”

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