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My skin heats. “Absolutely not.”
“Jet,” Jonathan says, warning in his tone.
“That’s the only one about that,” he assures him since we’re both testy about it. “I also wanted to ask whether pregnancy would influence you to be more interested in attempting a relationship with Jonathan, despite your clear incompatibilities.”
My mouth drops open.
“That’s enough, Jet,” Jonathan snaps.
Jet’s gaze flickers to his brother. “It was just a question.”
“It’s a rude fucking question. Our lives are not one of your science experiments.”
“I was just—”
“Get the fuck out of here before I forget you’re my brother and dunk your head in a goddamn toilet,” Jonathan says irritably.
“But Kennedy’s making food.”
“I’ll let you know when it’s done,” Jonathan says immovably.
“You’re really kicking me out of the kitchen?”
“I really fucking am,” Jonathan states.
Jet shakes his head and gathers his things, muttering about how he needs to get started on his homework, anyway.
Even though Jet was treating me like a test subject, I felt a little better when he was in the room. Especially after what he just said and who he said it in front of.
God, how awkward.
“He’s a pain in the ass sometimes,” Jonathan says by way of apology.
I shrug, cracking a smile. “All the Granville men are, just in different ways.” I cut him a sideways look as I take the tray to the oven. “I’m used to it at this point.”
I expect him to lob back an assholey comment or at least say something extremely inappropriate, but his mind must be elsewhere because he misses the chance.
When I close the oven and turn back to face him, I see his brow furrowed and a troubled glint in his eye. “What he said about the whole pregnancy thing… Have you still not…?”
Kill me now.
“It’s only been four days,” I say. “I’ve been looking it up online and experiences seem to vary. Experiences seem to vary when it comes toallaspects of the feminine reproductive experience, actually. Literally everything could mean literally anything—orexactly the opposite of that thing. We might as well be reading a crystal ball; the chances of clarity would be just as good.”
He nods, but he doesn’t look remotely reassured by my non-answer.
“There’s no point worrying about it,” I add. “I’m sure everything is fine. We just have to wait for time to pass so we know for sure.”
“I’m sorry. It sounds like being a woman sucks.”
He startles a laugh out of me. “It has its pros and cons. Being a woman in this house is a lot better than all the other places I’ve been one, so at least there’s that.”
He smirks. “The Granville men are known for their exceptional hospitality.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet they are.”
“I was implying we’re good in bed in case that wasn’t clear. But you already know about that, don’t you?”
I cut him a dry look. “Areyoutrying to get kicked out of the kitchen, too?”
