Page 88 of Knot So Sweet
"For poker? Sure." I let him help me into my coat, his hands lingering on my shoulders. "For whatever else you three have planned? Guess we'll find out."
He leans down, mouth against my ear. "We always have plans for you."
The promise in his voice makes me shiver, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
22
GARRICK
The leather recliner groans under my weight. Denver's quarterback just threw his third interception. I'm two seconds from launching this remote through the screen.
"Fucking hell!" I'm on my feet. The recliner rocks back hard. "What kind of goddamn throw was that?"
Liam doesn't flinch from the couch. Legs stretched out like he owns the place. Reading some veterinary journal, completely ignoring the disaster on screen.
"Maybe try watching a team that doesn't choke," he says without looking up.
I pace to the window. Kansas City's celebrating. Snow's falling outside, fat flakes piling up on the sill. "They don't usually suck this bad."
"Your mood might have less to do with football and more to do with Violet."
Heat crawls up my neck. "Shut up."
"You've checked your phone six times in ten minutes." He sets the journal aside. "Waiting for her to text back?"
I'd sent Violet a message an hour ago. Asked if she'd eaten. She'd responded with a photo. Her eating one of my brownies in bed. Nothing but a tank top. The image is burned into my brain.
"Smart ass." I drain half my beer. The bottle hits the coffee table hard. Pizza box jumps.
Liam's phone buzzes. He glances at it. Grins. "Speaking of which."
"What?"
"Just texted Violet about poker tonight. Storm's coming in. Figured we should get her over before the roads get bad."
My phone buzzes before I can respond. Xaden's name on the screen.
I grab it. "What?"
"Got your text about poker," Xaden says. Wind in the background. "I'm at Violet's now. She just got Liam's message. We're heading over."
My grip tightens. "She's coming?"
"Unless you object?" Challenge in his voice. "Though based on what you two were doing this morning on that counter, figured you wouldn't mind."
Heat floods my face. Course he'd seen us. "How did you..."
"Walked past the window. Got quite a show." He's grinning. I can hear it. "She seemed to be enjoying herself."
Liam's watching me. Barely contained amusement. Clearly hearing everything based on that smirk.
"Fine." The word comes out rough. "How long?"
"Twenty minutes. Roads are slick." Engine starts. "Oh, and Garrick? She's bringing those brownies. Said they're the best she's ever had."
Something in my chest warms. "They're just brownies."
"Right. Just like this morning was just a kiss."
