Page 61 of Life After You

Chace laughs. “Dude, she’s got you.”

Trey throws his hands up. “Damn it, Mac! You can’t just use the puppy dog eyes whenever you want something!”

She blinks again, sweet as anything. “It won’t be the same if we don’t all go. Besides, you’re going to win, right?”

Even Sam smirks, sipping his coffee. “Yeah, man. You got this. Can’t break up the family.”

Clay, who’s been watching this whole exchange like its prime entertainment, leans against the counter. “She’s got a point. You guys are all in or none of you are.”

Dean nods. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind checking them out.”

Trey groans into his hands, dragging them down his face. “I hate all of you.”

I grin, slapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit.”

He grumbles something under his breath, but Mac beams and reaches out to squeeze his hand.

That’s all it takes.

I grab my fork, finally getting a bite of my own food while the guys start figuring out the schedule—escape room first, and thetunnels tonight, because whoever is on his team is going to tank it for sure.

Mac reaches for my coffee again, and I just shake my head.

Yeah. She’s trouble.

And I love every damn second of it.

Chapter Fifteen

Kayla

The moment we step inside the escape room lobby, I know we’ve made a mistake.

Not because I don’t want to do this—I do—but because I’m trapped in a room with seven grown men who, combined, have the attention span of a toddler on a sugar high.

The guy behind the desk gives us a wicked grin. “Welcome to Amnesia. Your mission? Escape before your memories are lost forever.”

Trey immediately crosses his arms. “That sounds freaky as shit.”

Sam smirks. “Sorry man, who are you?”

“Bite me.”

We’re handed white doctor coveralls to put over our clothes, and I stifle a laugh watching the guys struggle into them. Trey gets his stuck on his head, Clay’s arms are in the wrong sleeves, and Logan—God love him—just shrugs into his like he was born to wear it.

And he still looks good.

When I’m adjusting my own, Logan steps behind me, brushing my hair over one shoulder. “You’re cute when you concentrate.” His lips graze my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

I elbow him lightly. “Focus, rockstar.”

“Oi, you two! We ain’t playing doctor and nurses—this shit’s serious,” Trey announces, looking entirely unserious with a head mirror strapped to his forehead.

Where the hell did he even find that?

“Gotta have it at an angle so I keep looking cool, right?” He tilts his head, striking a ridiculous pose.

Chace smirks and prods him. “I wonder if the last person who wore that died.”

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