Page 289 of Playing With Fire

“Why's the bathroom so hot?”

Bishop doesn't miss a beat.

“Because I just took a shower, dumbass.”

“Jesus. Just asking.”

I clamp a hand over my mouth.

“Whatever. Hurry up. Mom says if we're not at the table in five minutes, she's starting without us.”

“Be there in a minute.”

The door closes.

I hear Declan's footsteps retreat down the hall.

Then Bishop slides the curtain open.

He's grinning.

I glare at him. My socks are soaked.”

He looks down.

Sure enough, both feet are planted in a shallow puddle left behind by his shower.

His grin widens.

“Nice socks.”

“Bishop.”

“What? I like the reindeer.”

I look at the red-and-white socks Mom bought me last Christmas. “They're ruined.”

“They're wet, Becks. Not dead.”

I smack his arm.

He laughs and catches my hand before I can do it again. “Come here.”

“No. You almost got us caught.”

“Pretty sure you were the one who walked into the bathroom while I was naked.”

“You had a towel on.”

“Technicality.”

He helps me out of the tub, and I immediately peel off one soggy sock.

“I'm never speaking to you again.”

“That's going to make living together awkward.”

I look up.