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“We’re all caught up onNext Top Model,”Skyler points out. “We haven’t seen the latest season of UKDrag Race.”
“We’re not caught up onNext Top ModelAustralia,” Jackson says. “We only got up to, like, season six on that one.”
Skyler sighs and hits me with a questioning look. “I guess it’s your choice then, Deac.”
The fact that Skyler’s willing to leave it up to me instead of stamping his foot and demanding he gets his own way means that he’d be happy with either option, and I know that’s the only reason Jackson’s pushing so hard.
Considering my choice has been taken off the table, I also don’t mind what we watch now. I’m not a particular fan of either program, or reality TV in general, really—I only really watch it when I can’t convince Sky to watch sports or a movie. Despite this, my choice is a pretty easy one. If Jax is just going to blindly indulge Skyler on every single whim, he’ll have to reap some consequences.
I stretch out casually in my armchair, reaching my arms up to rest my head back on my joined palms. “I’m thinkingDrag Race,”say, hitting Jackson with a smirk.
He glares right back, knowing I’ve based my decision around ensuring he doesn’t get what he wants.
I shrug. “Like I said, man. You brought this on yourself.”
He mutters something under his breath that I’m sure is about me and likely not very flattering. But then he glances at Skyler, the dark expression leaving his face the moment he clocks the bright grin on Skyler’s.
Fuck, now I feel bad. I might give Jax a lot of shit, but I’m honestly not sure I’ve ever met anyone so selfless.
I point the remote at the TV and scan through all the options before getting to the one we need. Then I hit play and set down the remote.
“You guys want a beer or something?” I ask, getting to my feet, feeling a little sore and stiff now that I’ve been sitting down for a bit. A couple hours of being thrown into the ground and throwing other guys into the ground will do that to you.
Jackson nods. “Yeah, thanks.”.
“I’m good,” Skyler says through a yawn.
I head to the kitchen, which is attached to the living room, separated only by a small breakfast bar.
“Fuck, I’m beat,” Skyler says, giving another giant yawn. Then he shifts around on the sofa, stretching his long legs over one end and laying his head on Jackson’s lap.
“Did you consider maybe other people might want to sit on the sofa?” Jackson asks wryly, even as he lifts his hand to gently stroke Skyler’s hair.
“And where are these other people?”
As if on cue, the front door of my apartment swings open and my roommate, Drew, strides in. He takes one look at Skyler and Jackson, blinks a few times, and then shakes his head and glances away. He’s pretty used to this behavior by now, having witnessed it on many occasions in the past. Like me, Drew’s known these two for quite a while, even though we’ve only been living together for three years. He’s been friends with Jackson for over a decade, ever since they worked part time at an auto-shop together. Now they co-own an auto repairs business that specializes in luxury cars. They’re doing really well, and have even managed to expand to include a retail storefront, selling a whole bunch of shit I have no idea how to describe, let alone how to use.
Drew strips off his leather jacket and hangs it on the rack by the door, the gray t-shirt he’s wearing revealing curls of black and green ink at his collar and upper arm. Based off of these two, anyone would think ink and piercings were mandatory for mechanics. Although it’s always amusing to see them side by side because it makes Drew look practically clean cut compared to Jackson’s tattoo sleeves, facial piercings, thick black beard, and shaved head. I’m not sure many people would want to meet him in a dark alley, even though the worst thing he’d do was point out you had food in your teeth.
“How’d you go on the Porsche?” Jackson asks.
Drew beams. “Perfect. Here, I took some pics.” He slides his phone from his back pocket and scrolls through it for a moment before turning the screen to Jax.
“Damn, she’s beautiful,” Jackson murmurs appreciatively.
Drew beams proudly. “I know. Look at this one.” He scrolls through to another picture and once again holds it up for Jackson. I swear it’s like they’re gushing over baby pictures or something.
“Are we ever going to watchDrag Race?”Skyler pipes in, sounding bored.
“Drag Race?”Drew asks me, one eyebrow quirked.
I lift one shoulder in a shrug. “Skyler’s choice.”
He sighs. “Of course it is.”
CHAPTER4
TANNER
