Page 65 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
"Yep." Wylder finally looked at her brother. "He's also embarrassing. Let's move on."
"Fine." Becks shot Luke a glare. "The second ground rule is if you see someone breaking in during the night, make sure they don't know me before you tackle them to the ground."
Wylder shook her head. That couldn't be a real rule. They'd had a mishap once. And it wasn't like he'd mortally wounded her.
Becks continued. "Rule number three. No one touches my coffee maker but Nicky."
"Not even you?" Logan asked.
"No way." Nicky laughed. "He can't make coffee, and you don't want him to try."
Wylder stood. This was stupid. "We done?"
Becks opened his mouth, but Nicky cut him off. "Yes. I'm taking this guy upstairs to get some sleep. Will you show the guys the guest room and where to find towels and stuff?"
"Sure. Night."
Nicky hugged her. "We are really glad you're here."
"Even though I brought his nemesis with me?"
"Wylds, we want you here any way we can have you."
She smiled as she pulled away and gave Becks a quick hug. "Thanks, big bro."
He squeezed her tightly but didn't say anything.
Once the two of them were gone, Wylder led Logan and Luke to the guest room where one king bed sat in the center.
Luke glared at it for a moment before turning to her. "We aren't sharing a bed."
"Why not?" In the remodel, Becks got rid of all but one guest room in favor of enlarging others. This was usually just where her parents slept when they visited. Sometimes she crashed here when she didn't feel like being upstairs next to the guys.
Luke rounded the bed. "I need my sleep, and I won't get it if someone else is here snoring." His eyes settled on Logan.
Logan sighed. "Is it okay if I take the couch?"
"Of course." Wylder shouldn't have been surprised by Luke's attitude, but it still rubbed her the wrong way. He couldn't be more different from Logan if he tried.
Leaving Luke to get ready for bed, she went to the linen closet and found sheets, a blanket, and a pillow. "You sure you're okay on the couch?"
Logan shrugged. "Doesn't bother me."
"Do you really snore?" She smirked.
"No." He laughed. "That's Luke, but he's always making up excuses so no one hears him. Sometimes he has girls stay over and he gets very little sleep since he doesn't want to snore."
Wylder snorted. "That's really sad. I feel like I was just given the holy grail of secrets." She tucked the sheet over the couch cushions and pulled off the back cushions, setting them on the coffee table. "What else are the Cook brothers hiding?"
One corner of his mouth curled up. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would." She set the pillow down, and he grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him. "I really would."
His eyes searched hers, for what, she didn't know. "Wylder." He closed his eyes and released a breath.
As much as she wanted to kiss him and never stop, now wasn't the time. "Becks is probably going to do a bed check on me in a minute." She tried to laugh at the thought, but it wasn't a joke. He really would check up on her.
"Night, Wylder."
