Page 102 of Liars

I’d gotten little sleep for obvious reasons. “Eat shit, Raine.”

He chuckled. “Not your usual chipper self this morning, I see. Could it have anything to do with all the moans and groans coming from your room last night?”

Fuck.

I stilled, my fingers tightening around my mug.

Raine’s smirk widened. “Oh, and a certain someone I saw sneaking out of your room this morning?”

I clenched my jaw.

Kaylor had left my bed?

My room butted Raine’s, separated by an all too thin wall, but other than the knowing looks, we never pointed out the obvious when one of us brought a girl home. Well, not us. Just Raine. I didn’t bring girls into my bedroom. Ever. Until last night, but in my defense, I hadn’t invited Kaylor in. She’d been there when I walked through the door. Just another rule I seemed to be breaking for her. It had to stop. I had to put an end to this. God only knew what else Raine heard.

"Not judging," Raine continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Just making an observation. And, you know, trying to decide if I should be disgusted or proud.”

Before I could tell him to go to hell, Mason strolled into the kitchen, running a hand through his messy curls, looking half asleep. “Who was sneaking out?”

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. I’d been the one sneaking around last night, and Kaylor caught me. She always seemed to be where she shouldn’t be. The girl had a nose for trouble. “No one.”

Raine’s lips twitched.

Mason’s eyes flicked between me and Raine, intrigue sparking. “You got laid last night?” He grabbed a banana from the counter, peeling it with one hand. “At least someone in this house is getting action. Who’s the unlucky girl?”

Raine lifted a brow at me over the rim of his coffee before it touched his amused lips.

Jackass.

“My sex life isn’t up for conversation. Especially not this early.” I took another slow sip of coffee, wanting to end this before it got out of hand.

Mason froze, mid-bite, his eyes flicking between us. “I beg to differ. This is a big deal. You brought a girl home. Into your room. That’s like spotting a unicorn in a field of four-leaf clovers.”

I scowled at my youngest brother. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

Raine hooked an arm around Mason’s neck, messing up his hair. “He’s special.”

Mason elbowed him off. “I’m just saying this is historical. Who’s the girl?”

“Kreed never kisses and tells.” Raine grinned and sat on the other stool beside me.

Mason tossed his banana peel into the trash, side-eyeing Raine. “When do you go back to college?”

“Never,” Raine grinned. “Wouldn’t you love that?”

“That better be a fucking joke,” Mason mumbled, moving to the fridge.

Raine lost the teasing light in his features and stared into his mug. “I wish it was. Until we get a handle on this situation, I’m staying put. Direct orders.”

Pulling out a jug of orange juice, Mason set it on the counter and went to the cabinet for a glass. “I can’t believe Dad brought you home. We were dealing with it just fine.”

“Oh, really?” Raine stared at Mason, raising his brows. “Is that why she nearly got taken at the club?”

Mason poured his OJ. “Maybe the question you should be asking is why the hell she was at the club?”

They both looked at me accusingly. “Guilty,” I admitted, holding up my hands in sarcastic surrender.

Raine’s brows drew together thoughtfully. “Look, we only have a few months until she turns eighteen. How difficult can it be to keep her out of the enemy's hands?”

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