Page 62 of More Than Words
Preston wasn’t offended.Instead, he held up his glass of water, grinning.“Don’t be a hater just because I care about my body.”
“Right, you care so much about your body that you throw it off cliffs and hurtle down mountains at ridiculous speeds.”Grayson raised an eyebrow before taking another sip of his drink.
It was true.Our youngest brother was an adrenaline junkie and had been since we were little.It never failed to stress out our mother, who’d rather not hear about what latest adventures Preston got up to.But the rest of us had gotten used to hearing about his hijinks.And considering he worked with the local search and rescue, we trusted that he was smart enough to know what he was doing and not get hurt.
“Whatever.”Brody thanked the waitress who delivered a fresh round of drinks.“I still remember that one time I had to carry you up to your room, little brother.”
“I was seventeen.”Preston shook his head.
“And you’ll never live it down.”
The Brickhouse pub was loud, the wings were hot, and the beer was cold—even if it wasn’t my brew.Some time with my brothers just to unwind and shoot the shit was the perfect way to let go of the stress of a long week.It was long overdue.
“Speaking of things you’re never going to live down…” Grayson shifted in his chair and eyed me.
I knew what was coming.My brothers weren’t the type to stay quiet about…well, anything.Especially when it came to our love lives.
We’d all tried and failed when it came to Reid and his fake marriage to Avery, which turned out to be real.I couldn’t imagine any of my brothers were going to keep their mouths shut about Delaney and me.
Still, it was fun to fuck with them a little.Or at least make them work for it.
I lifted the glass to my mouth and smirked.“What are you talking about?”
Grayson groaned.“Are you going to tell us what’s going on with you and Delaney, or do we all have to keep pretending that we don’t notice the way you both look at each other?”
“There’s not much to say.”
Brody looked over his pint glass and raised his eyebrows.“And…that’s a lie.”
“If you’re not going to tell them, I will,” Reid chimed in.
“Oh yeah?You think you know something?”
My brother laughed.“I know that Quinn couldn’t stop talking about the two of you at our ice cream date the other day and howgrossyou both are.”
Busted.
Reid’s twin, Grayson, laughed.“Gotta love that kid.She won’t let anyone get away with anything.”
“Least of all me.”I shook my head, but I couldn’t help but chuckle.It was true.My girl was sharp.Nothing got by her.Delaney and I were proof of that.
“Okay,” Preston jumped in.“We all agree that Quinn is the coolest kid ever and the very best thing you’ve ever done.”
I rolled my eyes.
“But what I think we all really want to know is what is going on with you and Delaney?And why does Quinn think it’s gross?”
“I have no doubt that Ethan is gross,” Brody jumped in.“But Delaney is?—”
“Careful.”I held up a hand to stop him, and my brother gave me a shit-eating grin.“Fine.”It was clear I wasn’t going to be able to finish my hot wings in peace if I didn’t give them something.“As you’ve all obviously figured out, Delaney and I are dating.”
“It’s official then?”
I nodded at Reid and couldn’t help but smile because that woman put a smile on my face, even when she wasn’t around.I probably hadn’t stopped smiling for longer than thirty seconds since the night of the snowstorm.
“I like her,” I said, more serious than I intended.“A lot.She’s smart, gorgeous, and doesn’t let me get away with anything.”
“Oh, that is serious.”Grayson snagged another wing off the tray.“Seriously,” he added.“You sound happy.”
