“It’s been thirty. Get your asses downstairs.” He waited a beat. “Hi, Sam. I’ve missed you.”
My voice was raspy as I called out, “Hi, Logan. Five minutes, okay?”
We heard grumbling before he left.
Mason bit out some more curses as he raked a hand through his hair. I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one still panting and raised myself up. My limbs felt like they were in thigh-high mud. I groaned and weakly made it to the closet. When I tried to pull on some jeans, my leg kept missing the pants, and I heard Mason laughing as he picked me back up in his arms. He deposited me on the bed again but, this time, bent to help guide my legs into the jeans.
I grinned as my cheeks got warmer. “Thanks.”
His shoulders shook as he bent down and pressed a kiss to the apex between my legs before he skimmed my underwear up and pulled the pants after. Then he teased in a husky note, “You need help with your bra too?”
I slapped him on the shoulder before I crawled off the bed and pulled out a sporty tank. It had a built-in bra, I slipped a white tank over that before I shook my head, still grinning and still with warm cheeks. “I can’t believe you had to dress me.”
His eyes held a dark promise as he stretched. “I have that effect on women. What can I say?”
I was tempted to hit him again, but I pushed him ahead of me instead as we made our way down to the kitchen.
There was a knowing hint in Garrett’s eyes as he raised his glass towards us. “Come. Join. Drink. Don’t tell your mother, Mason.”
Mason chuckled as he took the offered drink. “Thanks, Mr. Brickshire—”
He scoffed. “You know to call me Garrett by now, Mason.”
“Garrett.” Mason nodded and leaned against the counter behind me. He didn’t touch me, but I still felt his body heat.
“Sam, do you want—” He started to say, but a body picked me up in the air the next instant and I was swung around the room. Logan held me tight and buried his head into my neck as he laughed.
I couldn’t hide my own smile when he lowered me back to the ground.
“Man, I’ve missed you, sis.” Logan stepped back but kept a hand on my arm when he saw I was a little shaky.
The room felt dizzy for a moment. My cheeks were bright red now, and I ducked my head down. “You too, Logan.” I shook my head to clear the swirling room. “I think I need some food in me.”
Mason chuckled in a low voice. “Too bad you didn’t come last night.”
“Yeah,” Logan laughed. “We had a six course meal.” He whistled underneath his breath. “Mom went all out. I’m sure it had nothing to do with dad’s upcoming nuptials.”
“Nah. Not at all.” The sarcasm was thick in Mason’s voice. “Or when she was buttering us up for information about your mom, Sam.”
Garrett gave out a hearty laugh. “That sounds like Helen.”
“Speaking of nuptials,” Logan started when we sat around the table. He was beside me as Mason and Garrett were across. “When are you and our mom getting hitched?”
Garrett had been lifting his glass for a sip, but paused at the question and his eyebrows arched high. “Hmmm?”
“You heard the question.” Logan threw an arm on the back of my seat and lounged back. Both brothers looked relaxed but waiting. That was when I knew they’d been ready for this meeting and there was an agenda behind their carefree attitudes. My gut told me they were anything except carefree.
I settled into my seat and got ready for the show. It was like old times.
CHAPTER FIVE
Logan seemed ready to pounce, but Mason beat him to it. “Are you still married?” His gaze was steady and there was no emotion on his face. He was stone cold.
Garrett seemed to hesitate as he swung his gaze around the group and then leaned his elbows on the table. “Uh. Okay. That’s a fair question.”
“Mom said you guys were engaged. She hasn’t said anything since. That’s not like her.” He never blinked. “That makes me think you’re still married and she was bluffing in that hotel room to piss off our dad and Analise.”
Logan tipped his head back. The hyena laugh came out again. “He thinks you’re not getting a divorce.”
“Are you waiting until our mom gets tired of you and you’ll go back to your wife? Did you tell her you’re not sure when to set the date? Or did you tell her your wife is contesting the divorce settlement?”
Garrett choked out a laugh. “I can’t believe the two of you. You have some nerve—”
Mason sat forward as well. “You’re jerking our mom around. We’re guys. We know what you’re doing.”
“And what are you doing with my daughter?” Garrett was stiff in his seat now. His jaw was clenched as his hands were forcibly together in his lap. He tried to stare Mason down.
Tried.
“I’m not jerking her around.”
“You’re having sex with her.”