Page 148 of Red Zone
We never did finish decorating the rest of those cookies.
Or cleaning the kitchen, for that matter.
When she finally dragged me to the shower later, mumbling something about “conserving water,” I couldn’t help laughing. But I sure as hell didn’t argue.
And now?
Let’s just say I’ve got a whole new appreciation for whipped cream.
And it’s got nothing to do with sundaes.
The clank of plates brings me back to reality and out of my daydream as I walk into the weight room.
Jaxon’s already at a bench, pressing what looks like half the gym’s weight on the bar, and Logan’s by the rack, loading up plates like he’s got something to prove.
I drop my bag and wander over, pulling a towel off the stack.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say to nobody in particular.
Jaxon glances up mid-rep and grins like the idiot he is. “Hey. Somebody finally decided to show up.”
Logan doesn’t look up at all.
I smirk and start stretching out. “How was Christmas?”
That earns me two very different reactions.
Jaxon lowers the bar, racks it, and sits up, running a hand through his hair. The grin hasn’t left his face. “Pretty damn good,” he says. “Best one I’ve had in years. Maybe ever.”
He doesn’t elaborate—and he doesn’t need to. I can tell by the stupid look on his face that it probably involved Madison.
Logan, on the other hand…
He scowls down at the plates he’s loading and mutters, “Fine.”
That’s it. Fine.
Which is exactly why I push.
“Fine?” I echo, raising a brow. “That all? You sound like you had the time of your life, Brooks.”
He shoots me a flat look over his shoulder. “Drop it, Hayes.”
Of course I don’t.
I step up next to him, leaning a shoulder against the rack. “What’s the matter, man? Your buddy Cam give you crap for eating all the mashed potatoes or something?”
His scowl deepens, which only makes me grin wider.
Then it clicks.
I snap my fingers.
“Ohhh. That’s it. What’s Cam’s sister’s name?”
Logan freezes, just for a second.
Bingo.
