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“Reese? Are you okay?” I feel his forehead for a fever.
“I’m fine.” He opens his eyes, but his look is vacant. “I think I just need some sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll start dinner. Dev should be home soon anyway.”
“Good idea.” He closes his eyes again and breathes shallowly.
I watch him for a few long seconds. He looks a little pale and weathered all of a sudden.
“Reese—” Just as I touch his shoulder, I hear the roar of an exhaust. I pull my hand back before Dev walks through the door. I meet him in the kitchen.
“How was your day?” he asks as he places his helmet back in the closet and kicks off his shoes. I watch sort of intrigued. For a moment, our interaction feels almost domestic. It’s very strange and surprisingly arousing.
“Eventful,” I inform him.
“Oh yeah?” He saunters over to me, and my insides actually stir.
“I watched my first motorcycle race, met the Mad Hatter formally, and helped Reese nearly avoid falling on his face.”
“That is an eventful day.” Dev is a breath away from me, fiddling with a strand of my hair.
Jesus, these two are going to be the death of me.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, attempting to deter the building tension.
“Oh, I’m starving.” Heat flashes in his eyes.
I walked right into that one.
“You’re home five seconds, and you’re already hitting on me?”
“I can’t help it.” He leans into me. “My bed is just so close. It’s calling to me to drag you into it.”
I step back, desperately trying to suppress my smirk. I do not want to encourage him.
“Down, boy.”
“Oh. You’re sexy as hell when you put me in my place.” He toys with me. Before I have a chance to respond, a groggy Reese is calling for his brother.
Dev nearly flies out of the room.
“Kayla, would you mind starting dinner?” Dev asks, almost in an attempt to keep me out of the room.
“Was just about to.” I peek in to see Dev and Reese speaking quickly and quietly.
Reese glances over at me then leans his head closer to Dev so I can’t see his face. What the fuck is that clandestine conversation about? I suddenly feel like an unwelcomed outsider.
I decide to throw together something for the two of them to eat and then get the hell out of here. I’ve had enough Dane drama for today.
I find some spaghetti in the pantry and a jar of sauce. Perfect. Quick and easy.
Once the water is boiling, I drop in the long sticks and warm the sauce in the microwave. I’m itching to leave, and by the time dinner is done, Dev and Reese have finished talking.
“Dinner is on the stove.” I poke my head into the dining room to find Dev lounging in the chair next to Reese just watching TV. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Hey!” Dev sits up. “Aren’t you going to have dinner with us? You made it. You should at least stay to eat it.”
“I don’t think so.” I retreat into the kitchen to make an escape.
