Page 133 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
“Bet it has little flowers on it, too.”
Nico shakes his head, chuckling.
I set my cell phone on the big marble island in the middle of the kitchen and ease my bulk into one of the chairs around it, groaning. Kat comes over and starts to rub my back.
“Sore?”
I groan again when she digs her knuckle into a knot in my shoulder that’s been growing bigger in direct proportion to my belly. I had no idea pregnancy would be so uncomfortable. It’s a miracle anyone has more than one child.
“Yes, but that’s helping. Thank you.” I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the massage, then ask, “What’re Grace and Brody up to?”
Kat’s hands falter. I turn to look at her and she’s frowning.
“I don’t know. She left to go to the bathroom like . . . ten minutes ago. And now that you mention it, Brody was pretty much right behind her.”
Nico turns to share a look with Kat and me. “Well,” he drawls, “ain’t that interestin’.”
Before anyone else can comment, Grace breezes around the corner of the kitchen, looking like a cat that’s just swallowed a mouse.
Or a lead guitarist.
“That front powder room is fantastic, Kat—all those mirrors! It’s like a fun house in there.” She fluffs her hair, sits at a chair across from me, crosses her legs and sighs. There are two spots of color high on her cheeks.
“Emphasis on ‘fun,’” I murmur, looking at her pointedly.
She cocks her head, furrows her brows, and says innocently, “What do you mean?”
At exactly that moment, Brody strolls into the kitchen and takes a seat beside Grace. She doesn’t look at him, but the spots of color on her cheeks darken. She stands abruptly, announces, “I think I’ll go get some sun,” and whisks past us, headed to the patio doors.
As soon as she’s in the backyard and out of earshot, Kat says, “Sun? She hates the sun, she can’t tan.”
Brody, looking all sorts of cocky, leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. Without a word, he grins.
Nico says, “Oh it’s like that, is it?”
Brody’s grin grows wider. “I’m working on it.”
I say, “Oh my God!”
A.J. turns from the sink. “What am I missing?”
“Brody’s into Grace!”
Nico winks at Kat. “Told you.”
Now I’m confused. “Wait, you guys knew this?”
Kat sits beside me. “According to Nico, Brody has a long-standing fetish for redheads. They’re like his kryptonite; he goes weak in the knees every time he sees a ginger.”
Brody says, “Guilty. And your friend makes me weak in every part of my body except one.”
I wrinkle my nose. “TMI, Brody.”
He grins wider.
Kat excitedly asks, “Is she into you?”
Brody shrugs. “So far she’s told me I’m too young for her, she doesn’t date musicians, it would be weird if it didn’t work out because she’d have to see me all the time because of you guys, and she couldn’t be with a man who dresses better than she does.”
