Page 37 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
“What the fuck!” Bash shouts before slamming the lid back on.
He’s not quick enough to stop Ezra, though. The sneaky fuck quickly grabs the lid and steps out of Bash’s reach.
Not that he has to worry, because instead of reaching for him, Bash covers his eyes with both hands. “Get me some fucking bleach. I’d rather never see again than remember what I’ve just found.”
When Ezra whistles, I can’t help but look down. My cheeks heat instantly, and I’m seconding the call for bleach.
“Damn. Your sister is a kinky—” Ezra’s sentence is cut off with Bash’s fist to his stomach.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Bash’s voice is scary. I’ve heard him use the protective brother tone before, but this sounds much more dangerous. Grabbing the lid from Ezra, he slams it down on the storage tote before putting it back on the shelf in Sunny’scloset. “No one is to speak of this ever again, or I will cut your balls off and make you wear them like a saggy unicorn horn.”
We all stare at him, taken aback by his threat. I’ve never heard the wordunicornspoken so menacingly. When I look over at Lukas, he appears to be catatonic. He isn’t blinking or moving; he is completely in shock.
Poor dude. He’s been crushing on Sunny since the minute he met her, and now, he’s just seen her collection of sex toys. Lukas has done his best to hide it, but the way he can’t seem to form a coherent thought around her most of the time kind of gives it away.
At least Bash doesn’t seem to notice. I’m not sure I could save him. I don’t know how he’s going to erase the sight of a whip and a massive dildo, along with many other objects of interest, from his brain.
“Someone else needs to check the rest of them. If I see anything else like that knowing it belongs to my sister, I’m going to need to check myself into a facility,” Bash says, his face a little green.
Ezra volunteers for the job and earns himself another punch to the gut.
“Theo, you do it. You’re too fucking googly-eyed over your girlfriend to be a perv about it.”
Great, I get to be the one to see if his sister is hoarding more sexual paraphernalia than a sex ship. Cool, love my teammates so much.
Then again, they are helping me commit a crime, so I guess this isn’t much of an ask in return.
The tote I nearly dropped when Bash panicked is filled with masks, saving us any additional trauma. Thank goodness.
We each pick one and return the box to its place on the shelf. After leaving the room, we talk out our plan. I borrow someblack joggers and a hoodie from Bash while the other two head to their own places to change.
Once it gets dark, we’re ready to dish out a little payback.
Chapter Sixteen
Henley
My phone lights up, buzzing with a call.
I’ve been stirring in and out of sleep since I got home from lunch earlier. Thank goodness we were able to shower after the meet, because after my stomach was full of the incredible food, all I needed was a nap.
Disoriented, I force myself to focus on the screen and see I’ve missed a call from Theo. Just as I’m about to return his call, his name appears again.
“Hello?” My voice is raspy from sleep.
“Hey, Getaway Girl. Sorry to wake you—by the way, your sleepy voice is adorable as fuck—but do you think I could stop by? It’s kind of important.” Theo’s words are running together, and he sounds out of breath.
“Umm, sure?” I say back.
“Great, which apartment is yours? I’ll be there in about thirty seconds.”
I hop out of bed and head to the front door. “2A. You’re already here?”
“Yup. I’ll explain as soon as you let me in,” he says before hanging up.
Looking through the peephole, I see him walking towards my apartment. Quickly, I open the door, and he rushes in.
“Thanks, babe,” he says with a kiss to my cheek.
