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Wes stuck his tongue out at his brother.
Win made a face and jabbed a finger at him. “Tame your brat.”
“I like him bratty,” I quipped, then to Wes, “Put that away unless you want to use it.”
Wes’s tongue disappeared, and he blushed.
“I’m standing right here!” Win groaned.
We ignored him.
“What’s her name?” Wes asked me.
I shrugged. “Probably something like Tiffany or Claire.”
Win made a strangled sound.
Wes pursed his lips. “Maybe it’s a Swedish name.”
“There is no girl!” Win hollered.
Okay then. I switched directions. “Classes going okay?”
An exasperated air puffed from him. “Why wouldn’t they?”
I shrugged. “Maybe you started working out to burn stress.”
“Or maybe I’m tired of my little brother and asshole best friend being more cut than me.”
I pursed my lips.
Sighing heavily, Win said, “My building has a nice gym, okay? Figured I’d use it.”
“Your roommate work out?”
He seemed startled, the question drawing him up short. “What?”
“Do you work out with your roommate?” I repeated.
He made a rude sound. “No.”
“You don’t talk about him much,” Wes put in. “Do you guys get along?”
Win sniffed. “Why wouldn’t we? I’m delightful.”
“A delightful pain in the ass,” I deadpanned.
“I did not come to breakfast to be interrogated and insulted. I’m fine. There’s no girl.” He maintained. “Worry about your own relationship instead of mine.”
In a huff, he slammed the door behind him, striding toward the diner. Amused, I glanced at Wes, expecting some smartass remark or maybe even a little bit of worry about Win’s outburst, but that wasn’t what I found.
Wes’s gaze veered from mine, silence overtaking him once more.
“Hey.” I beckoned. His eyes flitted to me before moving away just as fast. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he replied, grabbing the handle to push open the door. “I need coffee.”
I intercepted him on his way past the Rover. He was wearing one of my hoodies, an all-black one with white strings. Just seeing it wrapped around his upper body made me want to growl with possessive glee. With it, he wore a pair of faded, worn blue jeans that clung to his lean thighs, making me recall all too easily how they felt wrapped around my waist last night.
