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“And what if I do and regret it?” I challenge. “Then what?”
He spins back around, tilting his head to the side musingly. “I’ll tell you what. If you cut Blaise some slack and get to know him and end up regretting it, then you can kick me in the balls. You like doing that sort of stuff, right?”
“Maybe.” I chew on my bottom lip. “You know, gambling the well-being of your man goodies on whether or not me and your brother are going to get along seems like a big risk on your part.”
“I don’t think it’s that big of a gamble.”
“Are you sure about that? Because every time Blaise and I around each other, we argue.”
He grins. “Yeah, that’s not arguing, sweetheart.”
“Hey, watch it with that name,” I warn, pointing at him.
He surrenders his hands in front of him with an innocent smile. “Sorry, my bad. I completely forgot you hated it.”
“Sure, you did.” I scowl at him, but the corners of my lips twitch. “But seriously, Blaise and I argue, and if you had functioning eyes and ears, you’d know that.”
“You can call it arguing if it makes you feel better. But everyone who has functioning eyes and ears knows your little,” he makes air quotes, “ ‘arguments’ are your guys’ fucked-up way of flirting.”
I glare at him. “That is so not true…” I trail off as he dazzles me with a smirk then bolts up the stairs. “Deal on, dude!” I shout at him. “So prepare your balls for some pain!”
Rhyland’s arrogant laughter is my only answer. Well, that and Alex saying, “What fucking kind of kinky shit are you guys doing?”
I consider chasing after Rhyland, but I’m not sure what I’d do when I caught him. Maybe put him in a headlock and make him retract his statement about Blaise and me flirting with each other.
Yeah, a headlock definitely seems like a deserving punishment.
“So, I have some good news and bad news,” Blaise announces as he wanders back into the kitchen.
I turn away from the stairs, making a mental note to somehow pay Rhyland back for his accusation. “What’s the bad news?”
He shoves his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Are you sure you don’t want to hear the good news first?”
“I always like to get the bad stuff out of the way. That way, I can focus on the good stuff.”
“Yeah, me too. Most people like it the other way around, though.”
“I know. Londyn, Bailey, and Payton are all totally that way.”
“Rhyland and Jaxon are too.” He slides his hands into his pocket. “Alex isn’t, though.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I say. Then remembering the wager I made with Rhyland, I decide to be nice and add, “I don’t mean that in a rude way or anything. He just seems like alet’s-cut-straight-to-the-bullshitsort of dude.”
“You’re trying not to be rude to a Porterson, huh?” Blaise rubs his jawline. “What brought that on?”
“Why I’m so glad you asked.” Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I lean against the counter. “While you were on the phone, Rhyland and I made a little wager.”
Wariness floods his expression. “Really?”
“Yep, we sure did.”
He grows silent, his wariness doubling.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what it is?”
“I’m a little afraid to,” he admits reluctantly.
“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. Well, it will be for Rhyland if he loses, but not for you or me.”
