Page 211 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“Group hug.” Dean hauls us tighter. “Don’t leave me out of your emotional breakthroughs.” As usual, he’s waytoo enthusiastic for the hour. “There was an emotional breakthrough, right?”
“Careful,” Levi grunts, twisted sideways, arms still pinned. “I still have a hot pan. This is how grease fires happen.”
“It’s Hart, right? Tell me it’s Hart.” Dean’s grip is too tight to fight in the angle he’s trapped me.
“Oh fuck,” I curse. “Get off.”
“Tell me why we’re hugging.”
“He made up with Jade.” Levi’s breath is short from being crushed.
“He did!” Dean’s toothbrush finally drops from his mouth and bounces off someone’s boot.
I pinch Levi’s arm. He jerks and swears.
“Loyalty, Levi.”
“He is being loyal.” Dean hits me upside the back of the head. “To the brotherhood.”
“Can I get out of the brotherhood, please?” But I’m surprised I’m not as serious as I once was.
The door creaks again.
“Oh shit,” Levi mutters.
“Who died?” Wyatt’s half-dressed, eating a granola bar.
“No one died.” I try to hit Dean with my shoulder, but he nuzzles it like the freak he is.
“We’re just hugging it out?” Wyatt folds his arms over his front in an observing stance.
“Hart made up with Jade.” Dean the blabbermouth, and I’m not surprised.
“Way to go, big guy,” Wyatt says.
“Bring it in.” When Dean lifts his hand to wave over Wyatt, I start to wiggle free, but Wyatt’s body closes in and slides into the mass.
“We like it tight,” Dean says, and Wyatt squeezes.
“Fuck,” I say.
“Shit,” Levi adds.
“Did you cry?” I swear Dean is somehow stroking my hair.
“Don’t answer that.” My snark is directed at Levi.
“He cried.” Dean pats my head.
“Make it stop,” I beg. “Y’all are bringing back grumpy Hart.
“This is getting weird,” Levi tries to reach for the flipper.
The greasy scent thickens like the eggs are beginning to burn.
“It got weird the second Dean moaned.”
“I did not moan.”
