After all, I didn’t want them to be bored today.
I finished up in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of jeans, then headed downstairs. My feet stopped on the bottom step when I noticed I had unexpected company.
“Morning, Zeke,” Jamie said cheerfully, a wide smile on her face. “You sure slept late.”
I glanced over at the cowboy, who was standing at the island cooktop, dutifully preparing what appeared to be breakfast. The pretty boy was setting the table. Everything appeared normal. Too normal. I wasn’t used to having this many people in my house. I didn’t bring fuck toys back here for a reason. I didn’t care for them to interact with my sister, but those were things I’d considered before I propositioned these two.
Part of me was glad I hadn’t ordered them to walk around naked. That had been my intention. I would have to figure out something if my baby sister planned on dropping in unannounced.
“What’s up?” I asked her, accepting her hug when she danced over to me.
She took one step back, then reached out … and pinched my fucking nipple.
“Oww. What the hell was that for?”
Jamie’s stern gaze met mine, the smile long gone.
Fuck.
“We have to talk,” she demanded.
Great.
“Can we do it while we eat ’cause I’m starving?”
She pivoted toward the kitchen. “It looks like you’ve brought your toys home with you.”
I glared at her. How the fuck would she know that? Had they said something? Did my kid sister know the details of my lifestyle? Or was she fishing? Hoping to get a rise out of me?
Deciding to ignore her, I put my hand on her back and steered her toward the breakfast nook. I didn’t have a formal dining room because I’d had the space redesigned. There was one table where I consumed all my meals. No place for fancy get-togethers. I didn’t need that shit. I was a simple man with simple tastes.
“Breakfast is ready,” the cowboy announced.
“We really are gonna talk, big brother,” Jamie hissed. “I’m mad at you.”
“I figured that out already. Now sit.”
“You want to do this in front of your guests?” she asked, her words lacking the usual chipper tone.
“Sure,” I told her, motioning toward the table. “Why not?”
The cowboy’s eyes swung over to me and I could see the concern there. God only knew how long Jamie had been here or how much she’d been pestering them this morning.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said as she spun around and headed in the direction she had come from. “Here, Brax. Let me help with that.”
She was on a first-name basis with him? When did that happen?
The cowboy dished food on the plates, then Jamie delivered them to the table.
“Where’s Tank?” My dog was nowhere in sight.
“In the yard,” Jamie answered. “I fed him already. He’s taking his afternoon stroll.”
“It’s not after noon,” I argued.
“Same difference,” she said, still glaring at me.
“Sit,” I ordered the pretty boy when he shot those confused eyes my way. “Eat.”
The four of us took our seats after the food, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and what appeared to be waffles, and drinks, orange juice, apple juice, and coffee, were set out. I watched the three of them carefully, wondering what the hell they’d spent the morning talking about.
Jamie was the one to speak first after downing half a glass of apple juice.
“So, imagine my surprise when I decided to go out to a club last night,” she began. “Catrina and Elle got right in, no issues. But the moment I handed over my ID, I learned I’d been blacklisted.”
I downed half my coffee, the heat scorching my throat. I ignored it.
“What did you do, Zeke?” she demanded, her hands fisting on the table.
“I…” Rather than answer, I shoveled eggs into my mouth and shrugged.
Jamie frowned. “You are such an asshole.”
The pretty boy chuckled, his eyes remaining on his food. I contemplated punishment while I tried to come up with a response.
“Zeke, I’m serious,” Jamie said, her tone changing from anger to disappointment.
“Fuck.” I took another sip of coffee. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“Too bad. I’ve spent some time with your new toys this morning. I think they can handle it.”
Two sets of green eyes shot over to me. I imagined they were waiting for me to excuse them. While I wanted to, I figured it was probably best to have an audience. Less chance of my baby sister throwing knives at me.
Before I could answer, Jamie turned her attention to the boys.
“I’m not sure if he’s told you, but yesterday, I asked my big brother if he’d let me go to Dichotomy.”
The pretty boy damn near choked on his bacon, his eyes flying up to mine. I cocked an eyebrow. Yeah. It’s like that, pretty boy.
