"What?" I ask.
"Did I say anything?"
"Not saying anything is still saying something."
Jett comes out onto the porch, looks between the two of us, and then backtracks without a word. Thorne lifts a hand at the vacant doorway as if to say, see what you did?
I grind my teeth. "What is your malfunction?"
"I think I've made it perfectly clear that you are my only problem." He stalks over to the cooler and grabs another beer, opening it with a decisive twist.
"Is it old age?" I ask. "Have you finally lost your last marble?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I huff a laugh. "You're impossible."
"Dude." I look over and realize that Moose, one of the team's vets, is slumped in a rocking chair. He stands up, eyeing Thorne. "You two need to bang one out or something,” Moose growls. “You're bringing the vibe of the party down."
"Sorry, Moose," I squeak. My face feels hot. Moose shrugs and walks off, leaving me and Thorne alone on the porch.
He glares at me. I give as good as I get. It's a Mexican standoff of smugness.
Silas and Hunter walk out, bringing meat and veggies for the grill. Thorne heads over and helps them. I pointedly ignore him as the Coven comes outside.
"It's so summery!" Jessa says. She's wearing an oversized white coverup and she raises her hands to the sky, breathing it in. "I love it."
Juliet has abandoned her shirt and wears a pair of jean shorts and a barely-there pink bikini. She grins. "I'm so ready to go down to the dock. That's what we're all doing right after lunch."
"Agreed." Ivy is in jean shorts and a loose T-shirt that shows off her tanned shoulder. "I'm ready for the men to feed me."
"Where's Scout?" I ask.
"She's lying down. She has a migraine," Juliet answers. "If I had known that red wine hangovers were a trigger for her, I would've chosen differently last night when we went out to dinner."
A smile stretches my face. "You guys double date? That's cute."
"That's so sweet," Jessa says. She darts a look at Jett, Hunter, and Silas, who are having a heated debate about hamburgers versus hot dogs. "Speaking of siblings. How's your brother, Mollie?"
I'm starting to think that Jessa has a serious heart-on for my grumpy big brother.
"He's good. He sent me a photo of him and Rosie recovering together by watching Encanto for the millionth time."
"We don't talk about Bruno," Ivy croons. "Rosie has great taste. Is she feeling better?"
"So much better that we may get a visit from Beck this weekend. My parents love Rosie more than they ever cared about either of their own children, so they've been hounding Beck to let them keep their grandbaby overnight." I smile, thinking of my brother. "Beck can't stand to say no to his baby girl. And she's super clingy when she's sick. I bet the last few days were absolutely no fun."
"Doesn't your brother have a nanny?"
"So far, no. My parents have stepped in to fill the gaps. I'm not jealous at all of her getting their undivided attention."
"You liar." Indie suddenly appears at my elbow.
I laugh. "All right, I'm sort of jealous."
"Food's ready!" Jett calls. "Who wants a hamburger?"
"I want a veggie burger," Ivy says, crooking a brow at Jett. "You'd better have the special ones I brought."
