Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Damn, that looks good,” Kye said, walking over to the sofa and grabbing what looked like a stuffed pepper.
Levi nodded his head toward the stairs. “I’m going to change.”
It took effort not to watch him walk away like the obsessed woman I had become. Instead, I walked over and sat down on the sofa. Kye sank down beside me.
“You need to try this,” he told me, holding the pepper up to me.
I opened my mouth and took a bite. The bacon and cheesy goodness hit my tongue.
“Good, huh?” he asked, grinning.
I nodded, licking the cheese off my lips. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I saw the interest in his eyes.
“More?” he asked.
I smiled. “I can get my own.”
He held it up again. “I like feeding you.”
Laughing, I opened my mouth and took another bite.
“You trying to get killed?” Gage asked as he walked into the room from the kitchen.
Kye smirked. “This might be worth it.”
Gage laughed and shook his head. “You’re getting too cocky. Remember who you’re messing with.”
Kye rolled his eyes and grinned at me.
Trinity walked in with a pitcher of margaritas and glasses, then set them on the bar. “Aspen, you want one? The guys will drink beer or whiskey. I thought I’d fix us something better.”
“Yes, thank you,” I replied.
Kye reached for another appetizer. This time, it was something fried, but I wasn’t sure what.
“You can have the first bite,” he told me, holding it to my mouth.
I took a bite and was relieved it was cheese.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Levi’s angry voice startled me.
“He’s feeding her,” Gage replied, sounding entirely too amused.
Levi’s scowl made me nervous.
“It was my fault,” I told him. “I asked for a bite.”
He shifted his gaze to me, not looking thrilled with me now. Great.
“Thanks, but I’m not letting you take the blame for something I did. He doesn’t scare me,” Kye said.
“Then, you’re a fucking idiot,” Gage drawled. “Maybe we need to let his hotheaded ass loose on one of our trips since you’ve never experienced it.”
Levi’s scowl shifted to Gage. “Shut up,” he bit out, then grabbed a beer from the bar and walked over to sit down on the other side of me.
He hadn’t sat this close to me the last time. I wasn’t going to complain. His hand wrapped around my thigh, and he pulled my leg over his and held it there.
I stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Got a touch of caveman. That’s fucking hilarious to see,” Gage said.
Levi ignored him and took another drink from his bottle.
“I’d feed you some more, but he might toss you over his shoulder and leave the room. Want me to fix you a plate?”
“No, she doesn’t,” Levi said through clenched teeth.
I wasn’t sure if I was excited or worried or maybe turned on. This wasn’t the first time Levi had been possessive, but this was the first time he’d taken my leg and draped it over him. It had an ownership feel to it that I liked, unfortunately. Irish would tell me to get a backbone. I wasn’t Irish.
His gaze dropped to mine, and the hard line of his mouth softened, but he didn’t smile.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“What did I tell you about apologizing?” He sounded annoyed.
I didn’t say any more and decided to study my hands in my lap. He was so confusing, and I wished I could ask him to explain his reactions to me.
“Are you hungry?” he asked me in a gentler tone.
I wasn’t sure I could eat at the moment. I felt like everyone was watching us. I shook my head.
“I don’t know if I like Top Gun,” Shiloh said as she walked into the room and looked at Gage.
The way he smiled at her was intense. “You do.”
That was odd. But then when we had talked about movies, Shiloh had mentioned movies she didn’t remember, and Trinity had added them to the list too. It’d kind of sounded like she had memory loss. I wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure how to ask.
Shiloh sat on Gage’s lap, and he pulled her closer as she curled up into him. I tore my eyes off that scene, not needing to start feeling sorry for myself. I was alive. That was something to be thankful for. I couldn’t have it all.
Kye handed me my margarita. “Here.”
I took it from him.
“What the fuck did you give her?” Levi asked angrily.
“Her margarita. She can’t reach it with you holding her leg captive.”
“That’s alcohol,” he said, looking down at me. “Is that safe?”
The doctor had said one every once in a while was fine.
“Yes.”
He continued to frown. “I don’t know if I like it.”
“Why?”
He drank all the time.
“Seems like it would be bad for your heart.” His voice lowered.
“If you’re worried, I won’t drink it.”
He stared at me for a moment, and I could see the struggle in his expression. “If the doctor said it’s okay and you want to, then go ahead.”