Page 92 of How to Lose at Love

I have to pee, too. Hurry up.

“You go first. I’ll go downstairs and use my brother’s toilet. Meet you in the kitchen.”

She throws me a thumbs-up over her shoulder before walking through the door and disappearing into the bathroom across the hall.

Definitely not a morning person.

After tossing on a shirt and mesh athletic shorts, I find my brothers in the kitchen—to my surprise, they’re alone, nary a neighbor girl to be seen.

“The other twins still sleeping?”

Drake shakes his head. “No. Tiffany said something about her contacts needing to be taken out, so they didn’t spend the night.”

“Ah.” More like she didn’t want to be seen without the fake black lashes and gobs of makeup, but that excuse works, too.

I pad to the coffee pot in bare feet and retrieve two mugs from the rack, pouring one for myself and one for the hellion upstairs. “Ryann will be down in a minute. She’s peeing.”

Drew nods. “Can’t believe she actually spent the night. I thought she despised you.”

“She does.” Mostly.

Eh. Maybe not so much anymore. I have a feeling I’m wearing her down. Plus, that kiss last night helped.

The kiss.

Gave me a raging boner and several sex dreams, but that’s a discussion for a different day.

I pull at the crotch of my shorts, adjusting my dick.

Carry the two coffee mugs to the kitchen table and plop down, my brothers fussing around as per usual. Since they’re constantly hungry and always wanting food, they’re usually the ones who cook.

Drew sets a plate of steaming hot pancakes in the center of the table as Ryann enters the kitchen; a plate of scrambled eggs follows, cut-up turkey sausage mixed in. Bowl of shredded cheese for topping, maple syrup, butter, fruit.

Drake leans over from his spot across the table, long arm stretching, hand grabbing at a pan of day-old cinnamon rolls from the bakery up the block.

Carb load.

Calorie load.

Hydrate.

“Gee, is this all we’re having?” Ryann yawns as she takes a seat, eyeballing me suspiciously when I slide a mug toward her. “What’s this?”

“Coffee, black. I didn’t know how you like to take it.”

Drake snickers.

“I meant what she likes in it, asshole.”

Ryann rolls her eyes. “You guys are such idiots.”

“She’s not a morning person,” I tell them over the lip of my mug, sipping.

“You don’t say,” Drew deadpans wryly, scooping a giant wad of scrambled eggs onto his plate, then immediately topping it with cheese so it melts.

“And for the record, I like my coffee with soy milk and a few sweeteners.” She goes to work filling her plate. “Mostly I don’t love coffee, and I don’t usually need it to perk up in the morning.”

I cough into my hand. “Liar.”

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