Page 117 of I Knead You Tonight

My brows shoot up, and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not stupid, Win. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at her since she breezed into our lives. You’ve always had a thing for her. I just assumed it was because she has an amazing personality and is hot as fuck. I didn’t realize your feelings were deeper until you moved her into your house. That was a dead giveaway because you don’t letanyoneinto your house.”

“Not true. I let Sully in.”

“Because you saw something in him. You neededhim at that point in your life, just like you need Drew.”

“I don’tneedDrew.”

“Maybe not, but youwanther.” Foster smirks. “You want herbad.”

“Shut up,” I grouse.

“Does she know?”

“Know what?”

“That you love her, you idiot.” He rolls his eyes. “Have you told her?”

“Not explicitly, but I’ve put it out there that I want more.”

“No, man. You gotta tell her. Just straight-up say it. That’s what I did with Wren.”

My twin nods. “It’s true. He just came right out and told me what he wanted from the beginning. It was weird, being faced with something so forward, but it was easier. I knew what I was working with from the beginning.”

“But we’re not at the beginning. We’ve been doing…well,thisfor a while now.”

“It.”

“What?” I question Wren.

“You know…doingit.” She humps the air again, bouncing her brows up and down. When I shake my head at her, she throws her hands up in the air. “What? It’s true. It’s not my fault my brotherandmy best friend are horndogs and can’t keep their hands off each other.”

Foster laughs at his fiancée, and I question why I keep these two around.

“Anyway, I digress,” Wren says. “Just because you’re not at the beginning doesn’t mean you have to pussyfoot around what you want. Just tell her. I know Drew—she’ll listen.”

“Then you know she’ll probably argue with me for about twenty minutes beforehand.”

“But she will listen,” she insists. “And she’s worth the fight.”

“She is,” I agree, smiling at the thought of Drew standing before me, arms crossed over her chest. The angry version of her probably shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it does. “Anyway, thanks for the pep talk, but I should probably be heading out. I have a short shift at Slice this afternoon.”

“You do? Why?”

“Remember that bigshot football guy Dad hired?”

“Jonas Schwartz?”

I nod. “Yeah, him. Well, he was called away to the NFL or some crap like that, so Dad’s short-staffed. I’ll just be there covering a few gap hours.”

“That’s so…responsible of you.” Wren smiles. “God, I love what being with Drew is doing to you.”

I groan. “I make my own decisions, you know.”

“Sure, but you also crave her approval, which is why you’re being a good little worker bee like the rest of us. You want her to see you’re responsible and reliable.” Wren gasps, snapping her fingers. “Is that why you’re starting your own photography business? To provide for her and Riker because you’re gonna propose to Drew or something?”

My heart jumps into my throat.

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