Page 101 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

He nodded. “Okay. I can do that. Let him take the lead.”

“Ready?” When he nodded again, I pushed the door open. Hale and Xander looked up at us and I waved up my ginger ale can. “Found my soda.”

We settled onto the couch—me beside Hale and Tyler to my left. Xander sat alone on the loveseat, his stare glued to the television.

Hale’s phone pinged, and he glanced at it, but went back to selecting the movie.

“Who’s texting you?”

“It’s Phina.”

My eyes widened. Someone was going to have to break the news to Hale’s sister.

The movie started, and Hale lowered the lights. The sexual tension completely distracted me. I kept watching to see if Xander looked at Tyler. Then Tyler would look at me as if I was doing something wrong. At this pace, he was never going to get the guy.

I decided to meddle. Stretching my arms over my head, I yawned loudly. “Wow, I’m exhausted.”

Xander looked at me, and Tyler glared. Hale fixed the blanket and pulled me closer to make me more comfortable. I waited about thirty minutes—just enough time to get the boys thoroughly invested in the movie plot—then I announced I was going to bed.

My plan went swimmingly. Tyler was staying the night, so there was no reason for Xander to leave before the movie was over. Hale was following me to bed, and I purposefully dimmed the lamps on our way up the steps.

The following morning, Tyler’s room wasempty the next morning, and there was no sign of him or Xander. I had s

amed when I found Tyler making coffee in yesterday’s clothes! “Sooooo?” I sidled up to him with my empty mug as we watched Hale’s fancy machine percolate.

“I need coffee first.” He smelled like Xander.

“Oh my God, the suspense is killing me, Ty! I need details. Did you sleep with him? Was it good? Are you pregnant?”

He ignored me and stared at the kettle as the coffee slowly dripped. I tapped my foot, impatiently waiting. The second it finished brewing, I yanked the pot free and filled his mug.

“There. Talk.”

He poured in some cream and slowly stirred, hiding a smirk as he brought the cup to his mouth at a glacial pace and sipped. “Mmm. Coffee’s good.”

“I will burn you.”

“Fine.” He set down his cup and sighed. “It was incredible.”

“Did you have the sex?”

“It was better than sex. We stayed up all night talking and drinking wine.” He laughed. “I think I’m still drunk.”

“You just…talked?”

“Well, we did other stuff, but we mostly talked. He’s a fascinating guy, Ray. And he’s cool with taking things slow.” Tyler blushed and dropped his gaze to blow into his coffee.

My eyes narrowed. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing.”

That was clearly a lie. “Did you give him a handy?”

“No.” But the flush on his cheeks said otherwise.

“Ah-ha! You got one, though, didn’t you?”

“Fine. Yes. But could you not make a thing of it? He’s coming here to take me to breakfast in an hour.”

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