“Are you going to move or continue to stand there and stink the place up?”
My groan instantly shifts from pleasure to annoyance.
I’m ready to relax for the night, not bicker with Shay.
Someone laughs next to her, and my eyes spring open.
Grace.
I step back, holding my hand out as if to say,please, right after you.
“Wow. Silence. So your mouth does know how to do something besides speak.”
Shay takes one step, then I step up behind her, my lips right next to her ear. “My mouth knows how to do a lot of things besides talk, Shay.”
She gasps, spinning to me with wide eyes.
Her lips part, and I don’t know if it’s the long day, the heat is hindering my thoughts, or the way her eyes shine as she looks at me, but my brain sends the signal for me to kiss her.
It’s fucking weird.
And hot.
I clear my throat and step back at the same time she does, my words repeating in my mind.
My mouth knows how to do a lot of things besides talk, Shay.
I said that. To Shay Parker.
Wow.
Here I was worried about my boys being in the heat for too long, and look at me now.
I’ve gone mad.
“What’s happening?” Grace asks, tugging Shay’s arm.
Shay just shakes her head, and then they walk off toward the bar.
I do the same, but in the opposite direction.
“Beer?” Hudson asks after I take a seat.
“Beer.”
He sets my usual on the bar then quickly makes drinks for Shay and Grace. They take them and snag a spot by the open windows where Hudson set up fancier seating last summer when Sadie first moved in with him.
As if she hears me thinking about her, Sadie steps behind the bar to help Hudson.
How fucking wild would it be to lose your memory? I’d say one in every ten times I look at Sadie, I think about what it must have been like for her. Then I see the way she looks at my brother.
What a trip that was. Now they’re engaged.
“Are you eating dinner here tonight?” Sadie steps in front of me.
“Yeah.”
I glance over my shoulder. Miles usually pops in around this time, but he’s not here.