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“Dove, where are you going? I haven’t fucked you against the edge yet. I had this idea about laying you out and—”
“Can you blame me?” Reid asks, cutting JD off.
I want to argue with him, but shit. She looks fucking sinful.
She looks between us, her brows drawing together.
“You two good?”
“Yeah, Pet. No blood has been lost.”
“Have you… made any progress?”
“Not really,” he confesses. “But we will. I’m going to make lunch. Go take a shower. I’m not having you two dripping all over my food.”
“Fucking party pooper,” JD calls before diving under the water and kicking hard enough to ensure the splash reaches us.
“Stupid fucking asshole,” Reid mutters before marching off toward the house, following Alana’s wet footprints.
I do the same, hating that I look like his new little pet.
“You want a beer?” I ask when I get to the kitchen and find him pulling a pan out already.
“Yeah,” he agrees before he continues getting everything out he’s going to need. Then he abruptly abandons it all and marches out of the room.
But he’s only gone for a few seconds, and when he returns, he’s holding a set of knives.
“Any reason they don’t live in the kitchen? Had a falling out with the frying pan or something?”
The glance is quick, so quick that if I weren’t studying him so closely that I would miss the ways his eyes dart to the window.
“Or something,” he mutters a second before a dripping wet and naked JD stalks through into the room.
“Fucking seriously?” Reid snaps, watching as his best friend leaves a trail of water in his wake.
“What? I took my pants off to try and help. Not my fault you’re offended by my dick.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Reid mutters, turning his back on his friend to get to work.
“Jealous, man?” JD questions when he realizes he doesn’t lose my attention. I don’t want to stare at his dick, although it’s impossible not to notice, the prick is harder than fucking steel and standing there loud and proud. “I already told you,” he says, pointing to his metal. “Drives her fucking crazy. You should really consider—”
“Shower, JD. And don’t even think about finding Alana and—”
“You really are fucking boring,” JD points out before finally leaving the room.
“You’re worried about him.” It’s not a question. I’ve seen the way Reid has looked at his best friend a few times over the last couple of days.
“She’s going to break his heart,” he comments, focusing on slicing up what looks like ingredients for a salad.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, selfishly hoping for one single answer.
He stills, his shoulders widening. If I were facing him, I know I’d be seeing his jaw tic as he grits his teeth.
“Because no matter what happens, she’ll choose you.”
* * *
“Do you ever make anything that isn’t restaurant standard?” Alana asks, sitting back in her seat and rubbing her belly.
