Page 127 of Undeniably Enemies

She makes a noise in the back of her throat, her eyes closed and her naked body still warm and content against mine.

“I have chicken.”

I chuckle. “And what else?”

She smiles a sleepy smile. “Bread.”

“Chicken and bread on a plate. Sounds awesome.”

She pinches my nipple, making me yelp in an unmanly way.

“I can make some pasta or something with it.”

“Baby, if I keep eating carbs like this, I’ll have a gut, and then you won’t want me.”

“True. I am superficial like that. Fine. Run down to the store and get some green stuff.” Her pretty blue eyes flicker open in excitement. “Oh, I could make Verde chicken enchiladas.”

I groan. “Now you’re talking. Text me a list. I’m going to get changed.”

“Do I have to get dressed?”

“Honestly, I’d prefer it if you didn’t, but it’s up to you.”

She rolls on her back and starts texting me a grocery list, and I tug on my clothes and run a hand through my messy hair. My arms slip into my coat, and I grab my phone and wallet.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Buy me tequila and the good margarita mix I like.”

I scowl. “You think so little of me that I wouldn’t have automatically done that.”

She smiles. “This is why I love you. You remember the important things in life.”

“Like tequila. Call me if you think of anything else you want.” I open the door, and there with his hand raised as if he’s about to knock on Wren’s door is Owen. Except he’s not alone. He’s got Rory, Estlin, and freaking Octavia with him.

I turn back to naked Wren on the carpet.

Shit.

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Istare at my best friend, whose fist is still suspended in the air, and I think he’s deciding if he should redirect it and punch me instead of knocking. “Wren, your brother, my sister, your niece, and your grandmother are here to see you.”

“Holy crap! I totally forgot about dinner!” Wren screeches, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch her gathering her clothes and racing off toward her bedroom. I close the door partially and adjust my body to block her from view.

Estlin snorts. “Oh my god, I so called this happening.”

Owen frowns, but his eyes are murderous. “This isn’t funny.”

Rory tilts her head in childlike innocence and says, “Hi, Uncle Jack. Why are you at my aunt Wren’s?”

“Hi, kiddo. I’m here hanging out with your aunt Wren.”

“Don’t talk to my kid. And don’t lie to her.”

I glare at my best friend. “You are in no place to speak to me like that. And I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, hanging out? Is that what all the cool kids now call screwing around?”

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