Page 65 of Into the Woods

Banking on Rook and Bishop giving me a buffer from the asshole, plus missing my morning coffee fix, I opened the door and stalked through like a woman on a caffeine-fueled mission.

The three brothers stood in the center of the room, and they all turned to look at me as I emerged.

I flashed Rook and Bishop a big smile, pointedly ignoring Court. “Morning, guys.”

“Becca,” Court started.

I lifted the still mostly full coffee pot and turned to him with a saccharine-sweet smile. “Unless you feel like being treated for second degree burns, I suggest you back all the way up.” I lifted my hand with the pot, unafraid to use the liquid gold as a weapon if needed.

Court somehow managed to look hurt, frustrated, and pissed off. “Can we just talk?”

“Nah,” I returned, pouring myself a fresh mug. “I’m good. If you need someone to talk to, try Nicki or BethAnn. Personally I thought BethAnn had the nicer smile, but Nicki’s definitely hotter.”

“Oh shit,” Bishop muttered, his dark eyes wide.

Rook shot Court a death glare. “What the fuck did you do?”

Snarling, Court turned to them. “I didn’t do shit. I got a text—”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, arching a brow, “but I’m pretty sure I counted higher than one.”

He ground his teeth together. “It’s not what—”

“Question,” I posed, ignoring him again and walking around to stand in front of his brothers. “If multiple women are sending you naked selfies, would you think that was an accident? A coincidence? That the naked selfie fairy shot the wrong asshole in the ass?”

Bishop snorted a laugh. “Tell me you’re not that fucking stupid, man.”

“Jesus fuck,” Court swore. “Can you stop acting like a child for a goddamn minute and let me explain?”

“Oh, hell no,” I snapped. “You don’t get to act like I’m some delusional girlfriend acting like a paranoid idiot. I know what I saw, Court. Maybe stop covering your ass for five seconds and own up to the truth.”

“That’s a valid request,” Bishop chimed in, coming to stand behind me.

“I can’t do this. I have a call with Royal in fifteen,” Rook muttered. He stabbed a finger at Court. “Fix this.” And then he stalked away to the other bedroom. He slammed the door hard enough that the decorative table on the wall between the bedrooms trembled.

“Those girls meant nothing,” Court insisted.

“And yet, you keep their pictures,” I pointed out.

Bishop wandered to the couch and perched on the edge, watching us like we were his new favorite reality show.

Court threw his arms up. “Because they sent me those pictures last night. I didn’t have a chance to delete and block them like the others.”

“Oh, bad call, bro,” Bishop muttered with a wince.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him, my tone acidic. “I’m well aware that Court had an extremely active social life lately. Cori told me all about meeting one of his sleepover buddies.”

“Goddamn it,” Court growled. “I haven’t been with anyone since her! And I sure as shit haven’t talked to anyone since I started talking to you.”

I set my coffee down just so I could give him a slow clap as I eyeballed the clock. “Congratulations, Court. You haven’t talked to another woman in sixteen hours.”

His phone gave a chirp from the dining table, then started to vibrate with an incoming call.

“You should probably get that,” I suggested. “Don’t want to keep your harem waiting.”

“Becca,” he snarled, a tendon in his neck throbbing.

“How does it work?” I asked, tilting my head as I feigned curiosity. “Do they pick days? Or do you have someone assign them, like shifts?”

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