Page 54 of Havenfall Harbor 2
“I make excellent tea.”
Griffin smiles, showing his elongated teeth and all. “I bet you do.”
Evan returns and drops onto the sofa, jarring me a bit. This couch must have a steel frame to sustain his weight without buckling. He lets out a heavy sigh. “I need to go through the phones.”
“I can help if you want, just tell me what to do,” I offer.
“You sure you want to go through a bunch of teenagers’ text messages? These are mostly boys we’re talking about. You might get an unwanted dick pic.” Evan smirks.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Griffin grouses.
“This is the unlock code?” I take a small yellow sticky note with five numbers scrawled on it off one of the phones.
“Yeah, let me grab some paper.” Evan hops up and heads to the kitchen.
“Are you going to help?” I look over my shoulder.
Griffin tugs me back against his chest. “I am helping,” he lies. His voice is pitched low, and it does stupid things to my stomach. “Have you forgiven me yet?” He purposely caresses his lips over the shell of my ear.
I let out a harrumph. “No, but I’dalmostforgotten about it.” I turn so I can glare up at him. However, I realize I’m not actually angry enough to move away from his embrace.
“If it helps, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” he offers just as seductively, his lips still traveling over my skin.
“And?” I prompt.
“And I’m an uncouth asshole.”
I hum in agreement. “And?”
“Say sorry, idiot.” Evan sits his butt on the sofa next to me but doesn’t lean back. Instead, he eyes Griffin impatiently while clutching a pen.
I look at Griffin and watch as his brows pinch. “I did.”
“He did,” I agree. “I just wanted to hear it again. Something tells me if I give him an inch, he’ll take a mile.”
“I don’t know about an inch, but I can give you about nine. Little smaller than a mile, but I make it count.” Griffin smirks.
“Who knew you were so cheesy?” I shake my head in mock disappointment.
“It’s a new development, I assure you,” Evan deadpans.
“He’s just jealous I have more to offer,” Griffin retorts, undeterred.
“Would you like to test that theory?” Evan moves as if he’s about to stand up and whip his dick out right here.
“No, no. Apology accepted.” My face is hot, and I’m sure it’s bright red too. “What’s the paper for?” I question, trying to get them back to the job at hand.
“She’s worried you’re going to get yourlittlefeelings hurt,” Evan quips, then quickly adds, “The paper is to write down numbers. We can compare them once we’re done.”
“That’s not necessary. You’re both very well endowed.” How did we even get here? This is not a conversation I thought I would be having today. A bark of laughter erupts from Griffin, and it startles me.
“I was talking about the numbers for texts and calls. We can compare the numbers.” Evan has one brow arched high and a wide smile on his face.
I drop my forehead into my hands and groan. I walked right into that one.
Chapter 16
