Page 80 of Love Me Tomorrow

She doesn’t even shriek. Instead, my sister-in-law tucks her head against Gage’s chest and lets her eyes fall shut. “Okay, you win. You can be my favorite Harvey twin again.”

Gage looks my way, his brows raised.

I shake my head. “I didn’t want the title, man. Your wife is tenacious.”

“I heard that,” Lizzie protests with a little laugh. “And I’m not tenacious. I’m pregnant. Seven months pregnant. And this is after you fired me, Owen.”

“Youfiredher?” Savannah asks, drawing her feet up under her to sit cross-legged on the sofa.

Here we go again.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I mutter, “It’s just until she gives birth. More for her sake than mine.”

Jordan comes down the hall, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He looks from me to the rest of the group. “Lizzie, don’t you dare take his shit. Did you hear about what happened earlier this—”

“Jordan,” I growl. “I will fire you. Don’t think I won’t.”

The asshole only puckers up and blows me a kiss. “You love me.”

“I really, really don’t.”

“Eight years with me at your side, man. You think you could actually run this ship without Jordan Knight?”

He moves toward me, arms outstretched. I try to duck out of the way but there’s no escaping his grasping fingers. He fake-boxes my ears, drags me close, and blows a wet-sounding raspberry on my forehead.Fucker. I push him back with an arm to the shoulder, wiping the spittle off my face with the back of my hand.

He turns to the rest of the group, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. “For the record, I am now not the only one to have christened Inked on Bourbon with the appearance of a dick. Owen. Savannah. Why don’t you tell the class how I caught y’all dry humping in the hallway?”

The man clearly has a death wish.

For her part, Savannah only holds her arms open for Pablo to leap onto her lap, then tilts her head to the side. Her gaze skims over Jordan with a speculative gleam. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who was dry humping who again?”

Jordan’s eyes narrow. “From the looks of it, it was a case of mutual humping.”

“Huh. Sounds exciting.” Looking unperturbed, she strokes Pablo’s fur. “Can’t say I remember that at all, though. Are you sure that you aren’t just having flashbacks?”

My second whips around to face me. “Seriously?” he demands. “Y’all arenotjust gonna pretend it didn’t happen.”

I hold my hands up. “What the lady said.”

When Gage barks out a sharp laugh, I sneak a wink in Savannah’s direction.

Lizzie pats her husband’s chest. “Just fess up, Jords, you’re still upset about that one-star. I know, it can have a real lingering effect on your psyche, but you can’t let it define who you are.”

“I amnotmad about the one-star!”

My sister-in-law swaps a look with Savannah, who murmurs, “I don’t know, Jordan, you sound upset to me.”

Jordan rolls his eyes. “Y’all suck, you know that? I’m going to get laid.”

“Stay away from closets, buddy!” Gage hollers at Jordan’s back. “We don’t need any repeats.”

Brandishing his middle fingers like guns being drawn from his belt, I catch Jordan’s face in profile when he blows fake smoke from one finger, then the other. “See ya later, jerks,” he mutters seconds before escaping out onto Bourbon.

Lizzie glances my way. “Were y’all actually dry humping? Because if yes, I approve.”

I slip my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. Rock back on my heels like I’m nothing but fifty shades of innocent. “A lady never kisses and tells, Liz.”

My ridiculous comment has the desired effect—both my brother and sister-in-law laugh hard. Then, with a wave from Lizzie and a short nod from Gage, they follow Jordan’s lead and head out.

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