Page 96 of Under Her

“What’s tomorrow?”

“I, um…I always have brunch with him and Dom on Sunday.”

“Okay. Cool. I can head off first thing.”

“Or you can come with me.”

Her eyes flash with surprise. Honestly, I surprised myself by saying it. But I don’t want to take it back either. I want her to come with me.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Putting my phone down, I walk over to her. The smell of waffles fills my nose.

“You wouldn’t be intruding. You know Coop and Dom. And it’d be good for you all to catch up. It’s been a while.”

She’s staring up at me, chewing on the inside of her cheek, indecision in her eyes. “Okay. But only if it’s okay with them.”

I kiss her forehead. “It will be.”

I retrieve my phone from the counter. There’s a message from Dom now that makes me laugh.

Dom: I’m still on for tonight. Unlike Cross, who’s ditching us for pussy.

Me: Jealous much? And it’s funny how you’ve forgotten that time when you ditched us two weeks in a row because you were too busy banging that dental hygienist from Springfield.

Coop: He’s got you there, Dom.

Dom replies with the middle finger emoji.

I snigger and then tap out a reply.

Me: I’ll see you both at brunch tomorrow. And I’m bringing a friend.

Coop: Is it the current cock servicer by any chance?

Me: Maybe.

Coop: And does this cock servicer go by the name of Morgan by any chance?

My eyes scan the kitchen, like I expect Coop to jump out at any second.

Me: Maybe.

Coop: Ha! I fucking knew it. Dom, you owe me ten Gs.

Me: Um, what?

Dom: Ah, for fuck’s sake. You could’ve kept it zipped, Wilder. You just cost me ten grand.

Me: Does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

Coop: I bet Dom ten Gs that you’d nail Morgan in Thailand. He said you wouldn’t. Thus, he loses.

Me: Who said I nailed Morgan in Thailand?

Dom: You saying you didn’t, Wild? Because I’ve got ten grand riding on this.

Me: I seriously can’t believe you assholes bet ten Gs on Morgan and me hooking up. You’re a pair of pricks.