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She flinches. I’m an asshole. I forgot her mom died last year and she has no other family in Winter Falls.
“At least you’re wearing shoes,” I say because when it comes to Eden, I apparently don’t know how to apologize.
“What is your obsession with me wearing shoes? Do you have a foot fetish? Do you enjoy licking a woman’s toes?” She shivers in disgust.
“I do not have a foot fetish.”
“Could have fooled me.” She lifts her foot and twirls it in the air. “Is this making you hard?”
Brody groans. “Stop. I don’t want to be around my brother when he’s hard. It’s bad enough I know how long his little wiener is.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “There’s nothing little about my wiener.”
Eden’s cheeks darken. Hmm… interesting. Someone is more affected by me than she claims. My cock twitches. Fuck. I can’t get hard now. She’ll think I have a foot fetish for sure. For the record, I don’t.
Moon claps her hands to gain our attention. “I invited my friends to have a larger pool of participants in the contest.”
“You can invite as many friends as you want, boss. My meatloaf will always be better than yours,” Eagle taunts.
“Them’s fighting words.” Brody begins to shadowbox.
Moon ignores him to explain. “We’re going to do a blind tasting.”
“Baby.” Riley waggles his eyebrows. “You can blindfold me anytime.”
Moon rolls her eyes. “Not blindfold. Blind.”
“Either way. I’m game.”
“Whatever,” she mumbles before continuing her explanation. “I’ve set out several plates of meatloaf on the dining room table.”
I start toward the dining room.
Eden stops me. “Hold on, cranky pants. Let Moon explain.”
“Cranky pants? There’s nothing cranky about my pants.” I’m lying. My cock is definitely feeling cranky at not getting what it wants. You don’t want Eden, I remind him.
Eden snorts. “Yeah, sure.”
“Anyway,” Moon says in a loud voice. “There are two sets of plates. One set is blue, the other red. After you’ve eaten a sample of each meatloaf, you vote on which color you prefer.”
“A sample? We only get two samples of meatloaf?” Brody asks.
“This is not a hotdog eating competition. You don’t win by eating the most meatloaf.”
I don’t care about winning. I’m hungry. I rush to the table where I notice there are way more plates set out than people. Awesome. I grab two plates of each color.
“Uh-oh.” Eden indicates my plates. “Someone’s eating his emotions.” She sticks out her bottom lip. “What’s wrong, grumpy? Did you not get a chance to ruin anyone’s dreams today?”
Brody rubs his hands together. “Excellent. Today’s my day.”
I stuff my face with meatloaf. Damn. This is good.
“Today’s your day for what?” Eden asks.
“The day I picked for you two to burn the sheets down.”
“I tend to avoid fires in my bedroom.”
