Page 118 of Resurrection
I bristle, trying to keep calm, like this is no big deal. I also lowkey wish I were wearing pants. "Bye, Adri."
"What’s up with you?"
"You're being a pain. Go interrogate someone else." I try to shut the door, but his boot stops it short. Ireallywish I were wearing pants.
"I’m not in the mood." I wave my spatula at him.
"Fine," he grits out.
I almost have him convinced, almost have him off my porch, when he glances down at the worst possible time and sees them—the boots. Tyler’s boots, right by the wall. Size huge and unmissable.
I hold my breath.
Adri lifts his gaze, slow and deliberate. "Seriously, Shrimp? You’ve got a guy over?"
"Get out." I shove him with my hand.
"You’re not even gonna tell me who it is?"
"It's none of your business, that's who," I snap.
"Must be someone real special," he snorts. "Or someone ugly."
And then it happens, exactly as I’d hoped and feared it wouldn't.
Ty’s voice sounds from across the room. "Hey, Nomes?" He’s raking his hand through his hair when I glance over my shoulder. "You got a towel around here?"
He appears in the hallway, his hair messy, sleepy-eyed, and—God—wearing nothing but his boxers. A lazy, unconcerned rockstar at his most inconvenient.
Adri goes stiff. His eyes dart between me and the naked man who’s looking like a deer in the headlights.
"Seriously?" I say, glaring at Ty. "Right now? You choose the worst time to not read the room."
"Oops" is all he says, suddenly wide awake and rubbing his eyes as if to ensure that Adri on my porch is real.
"What the fuck is this?" my brother growls out.
It happens so fast, it doesn’t register at first. One second, Ty is standing there like he owns the world. The next, Adri’s lunging for him, a blur of anger and fists. "Get your ass here, Brady!"
I yelp as my brother bustles past me, but it gets lost in the rush, the noise, the mayhem of everything at once.
I'm caught between them, a line drawn, a wild chase with me at the center. Ty's eyes wide, Adri's mouth a growl, my feet slipping as I try to catch the crazy train before it goes off the rails.
"Fuck off!" Ty shouts, pivoting.
Adri chases Ty around the couch, his face twisted with a fury that could tear through steel. Ty's eyes dart, frantic, searching for an escape, for a plan, for his clothes.
They're wrecking this perfect morning in a glorious, frenzied dance of testosterone.
"I told you," Adri snarls. "I warned you to stay away from her."
Ty dodges, an evasion that almost costs him his life. "You never said forever," he throws back, his words as reckless as the way he moves. "And this time—this time, you can’t?—"
"I'm gonna kill you," Adri yells, cutting him off. "I'm gonna cut your balls off, Brady."
"Adri, stop!" I gasp, reaching out, trying to catch him. "Don’t you ever think about touching his balls. They’re mine!" I shout, half crazed, half giggling at the madness of it all.
To that, Ty grins at Adri triumphantly from behind the dinner table, where he’s currently hiding.
