She blinked and shook her head.“Wait.”
Britta straightened away from Swift.“Hold on.”
I looked between them too.“...What?”
Tempi pointed.“You...”She looked at Hodge.“...and you...”She pointed at Podge.“...are related?”
Both brothers stared at her.
“You didn’t know?”Hodge asked.
Britta shook her head.“No!”
“Hodge and Podge,” Swift deadpanned.“Have you never heard of Hodge Podge?”
Britta looked over her shoulder.
“Yes, but I never put their names together like that.”
Swift sighed toward the sky.“I worry about you.”
She smiled sweetly.“But you still love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Tempi looked back at Hodge.“But...”She motioned between the brothers.“You’re so different.”
“We hear that a lot,” Podge admitted.
“I’m better looking,” Hodge added.
Podge snorted.“In your dreams.”
“I’m older.”
“By one year.”
“Still counts,” Hodge shrugged.
“It barely counts.”
The table erupted again.Even Twister chuckled.
I laughed so hard my stomach started hurting.
While everyone argued over which brother had inherited the brains and which one had inherited the attitude, I felt a warm hand settle lightly on my knee beneath the table.
I looked down and saw Wheels’ hand on my knee.
He wasn’t even looking at me.His attention stayed on the brothers while his thumb brushed softly against my jeans.
I leaned just a little closer until my shoulder rested against his.
He glanced over and our eyes met.
His hand squeezed my knee once before relaxing again.
Across the table, Tempi caught the movement.
