Page 69 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Well, I’m going to try getting some sleep now.” Logan set his mug down and moved to lay back down.
“Right. Sleep well.” Becks made his way back upstairs.
Wylder let out a sigh of relief, but just as she was about to stand up, a door opened. “Oh, come on,” she whispered.
Luke walked into the living room in his boxers, scratching his stomach, his hair a wild spike of brown sticking out in every direction. “I smell chocolate.” He sniffed the air. “You think they have any cookies?” He shuffled into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, man.” Logan ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Wylder over the back of the couch as his brother ransacked the kitchen.
“Found their stash. Score, they’ve got Nutterbutters.” Luke helped himself to a glass of milk.
“Want some?” He sat in the armchair beside the couch, offering his brother the bag of cookies.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“I can’t sleep.” Luke popped a whole cookie into his mouth like it was a Tic-Tac.
“Seems to be going around.” Logan scratched the back of his neck.
“I’ve made a mess of things for us.”
“No, you haven’t, bro. If anyone is responsible for all this, it’s me.”
“Looks like we’re having a party.” Nicky slipped quietly down the stairs, avoiding the curved railing that got both Wylder and Becks.
“Sorry, I stole your cookies.” Luke lifted the bag of Nutterbutters.
“No worries, help yourselves to anything in the kitchen. Try to avoid the things Becks has his name on. He’s territorial with food.”
“Runs in the family.” Logan snorted.
“Yes, it does.” Nicky grabbed two bottled waters from the fridge, just as Becks came back downstairs. “What’s going on here?” He stood with his hands on his hips. “Are those my cookies?” He glared at Luke.
“Be nice, Beckett,” Nicky warned, handing him a bottle of water.
“Why?”
“It’s called being hospitable to your guests.”
“They’re not my guests.”
“But they need our help, and we’re going to be nice, right?”
“I suppose. Don’t eat all my cookies, Cook.”
“I’ll save you one.” Luke smirked, clutching the bag to his bare chest.
“Put some clothes on. My sister’s in this house, and she doesn’t need to see that.”
“You put some clothes on.” He glared back at Becks’ bare chest and boxers. Thank God he wasn’t in tighty whities again.
“That’s it. Nicky hold me back, this guy’s on my list.”
Luke laughed. “What are you going to do, drown me in a sea of stupid hats?”
“You little—“
“That’s enough.” Wylder stood up from her hiding place. “All of you go to bed right now. There’s entirely too much man chest in this room—none of which, I want to see.” She glared at Becks, Nicky, and Luke. Logan was the only one with a shirt on, and she wished it had gone the other way,
