“Finally,” Miller grunts.
“I need a drink,” I mumble before marching past him and Brody.
“Tequila time?” Brody asks as he follows me.
“No tequila for you,” Peace says.
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
Peace holds up his police badge. “Yes, I can.”
Brody crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. “I thought having a brother who is a police officer would be fun. Silly me.”
Peace ruffles his hair. “Silly you.”
Brody bats him away. “Knock it off.”
“Knock it off,officer.”
“Does no one in this family have anything better to do?” Miller asks.
Brody raises his hand. “I don’t.”
Riley shrugs. “Moon kicked me out of the house.”
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he pouts. “I might have tasted the cookie batter, but it was an accident. She didn’t have to chase me out of the house with a wooden spoon.”
I chuckle. “Do you know why you can’t use a wooden spoon on a Teflon pan?” I waggle my eyebrows. “It’s non-stick.”
“I want to hear more about this accident,” Brody says. “Did your spoon accidentally slip into the bowl?”
Riley frowns. “It was my finger. But it’s Moon’s fault. What does she think’s going to happen when she spends the entire evening baking stuff? It smells fucking incredible. She can’t possibly expect me to resist it.”
Brody tsks at his twin. “It never turns out well when you blame a woman for sticking your finger in her cookie dough.”
“Do you have something you want to tell us?” I ask Brody.
Peace clears his throat. “I want Elder to tell us why he hasn’t locked Harmony down yet.”
“Locked Harmony down yet?” I shiver. “Dude. You may be into some sadomasochism shit, but I’m not into locking a woman in the basement.”
“Enough,” Miller growls.
I bat my eyelashes at him. “Enough what?”
“Enough avoiding the subject. Unlike our idiot brother, my woman enjoys spending time with me.”
“Hey!” Riley interrupts to say.
Miller ignores him and continues. “And I want to get home to her.”
I motion toward the door. “Go ahead.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me. “Tell us why you and Harmony aren’t a couple and I’ll leave.”
“Aren’t a couple? I’m married to her or did you forget?”