“True.” He grinned, popping a chip into his mouth. “But you know what I mean.”
We sat around talking for a while. Tristan was working on a new platform, and it was starting to drive him a bit crazy. Or maybe it was the kids. I didn’t know how he balanced everything he did. Asher had just returned from a pastry conference. And Liam had another inspection coming up next week, though he’d started doing more of the work for them remotely.
It was nice. Easy. I could almost forget about the fact that I’d kissed Wren and was lying to my best friend. At least until Liam nudged my foot and asked, “How’s Tits McGee?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Would you please stop calling her that? It’s so disrespectful.”
“What else am I supposed to call her? You won’t tell me her name.”
“Whose name?” Tristan asked at the same time Asher asked, “Who the hell is Tits McGee?”
“This chick Bennett’s been texting with. He met her on LoveBirds.”
“Oh yeah,” Tristan said. “How are you liking the app so far? I’d love to hear your feedback.”
“Are you telling usThe Vinegot it wrong?” Asher taunted.
“Of course, it was wrong,” Liam said with a roll of his eyes. “Bennett wouldn’t dare touch my sister.”
We all laughed, but mine had a nervous edge to it. Wren. The sexting.The Vinepost. My air supply felt as if it were being cut off, and I tugged at the neck of my shirt, hoping it would help me breathe easier.
“How did you know about her?” Tristan asked Liam.
“I saw her tits on his phone one day. And get this—” Liam leaned in, resting his elbows on his thighs “—he was sexting her at work.”
“Bennett,” Asher gasped with mock outrage. “You naughty devil.”
“Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes and sipped my beer. I should’ve known Liam would bring this up. Now I could understand why Wren hated when he butted into her love life. Though my reasons were different.
“Tired of getting all your pussy at the clinic?” Asher teased with a “meow” and held his hands up to look like claws.
“Good one!” Liam raised his hand for a high five, and Asher slapped his palm.
I rolled my eyes. “I always forget how immature you two are.”
“Have you met in person?” Tristan asked.
Instead of answering the question, I said, “I already told Liam—it’s nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious?” Asher balked. “This shit is serious since the last time you got laid was at prom.”
“Says the guy who goes home with a new woman every weekend.”
“Hey.” He raised his hands. “I can’t help it that women find me irresistible.”
As serious as Asher had been since returning, it was good to see him laughing and joking around. I hadn’t seen him this light since he’d moved home from LA.
“Did I tell you about the chick I met on my last inspection?” Liam asked.
“Yes,” we all groaned in unison.
“She was fucking hot. And this thing she did with her tongue…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Asher said.
We sat outside for a while longer talking about work and whatever, until Tessa came to the door. “Hey, guys. Do you want some more beer?”
“We’re good,” Tristan said, waving her over. “Come sit with me, babe.”
