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“Sharing is caring,Quinn.” His eyes stray to my phone. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I say too quickly, spinning and grabbing the device and locking it.
His palms slap on the counter on either side of my body, caging me in. My skin tingles as he moves close enough for his chest to brush over my back. “What are you hiding?” he asks, mouth brushing over my ear.
I shudder. “Nothing.”Everything.
“Liar.” He reaches for my phone, but I tuck it against my chest.
“Leave her alone,” Brady snaps.
It’s like he doesn’t know his brother at all. Dylan never listens. His arms band around me as he tries to wrestle the phone from me. My heart rate spiking, I try to get away, but he has me cornered. My traitorous body warms at his proximity. Hehas no idea what he’s doing to me. His fingers pry mine away from the phone.
“Dylan,” I whine. “Stop!”
He laughs and it reverberates through me. “Oh, come on, Quinny. Now I have to know.” Dylan tickles me with one hand, and I screech. The distraction works, and he steals my device with the other, holding the phone up to my face to unlock it.
No, no, no.
“Dylan!” I scream this time, slamming my elbow into his stomach and snatching the device from his hands.
He grunts and laughs. “Fuck. I deserved that.”
“Goddammit, leave her alone,” Brady says again, this time with enough force that both of us glance at him. He’s fuming, chest heaving and jaw clenched so tight, he’s probably in danger of cracking his molars.
I force myself to look away and catch Austin studying his older brother, confusion lining his forehead. “It smells so good,” I say, diverting his attention. “Should I get the plates ready?”
Slowly, Austin glances at me. He pinches his eyebrows together, asking me a question I can’t answer.
I simply smile. “The plates?” I ask again.
“Uh, yeah.”
Dylan sighs and backs away. “What crawled up your ass?” he asks Brady.
An omega he loves to hate, most likely.
“She told you to stop.”
“I was fucking with her.” Dylan looks at me. “Are you mad?”
“No,” I tell him. “But you can’t look at my phone.”
“Fair enough,” he says with a nod, but he narrows his eyes, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve just challenged him. “Let me help you set the table.”
I release a hard breath, relieved that we’re moving on from the awkwardness. Austin finishes the food and Brady... Bradywatches me like a hawk, as if waiting for me to slip up, so he can point a finger and accuse me of ill intention.
“What do you want to do?”
Dylan shrugs. “Whatever you want me to do. Put me to work.”
I ignore a flutter of inappropriate thoughts. “You can get the silverware. I’ll grab the plates.”
“Sure you’re strong enough for that?” He arches an eyebrow and pinches my biceps.
“I think I can handle it, tough guy.” I shake my head and step away to grab the plates, thankful things are returning to normal, and I’m no longer trapped in a mess of omega-driven needs. Don’t get me wrong—I’m still struggling to breathe through their combined scents, but it’s much easier to do without Dylan wrapped around me.
We get the table ready, and Dylan grabs his own glass of wine and refills mine. Austin brings the dishes full of food to the table, and Dylan pauses mid-sip, taking in the filet mignon and the sides. He flicks his gaze to me before shooting a questioning look at the middle brother.
