“Or you could just sleep over again,” Rebel offered, “and keep thewitching hour is cocoa hourtradition rolling for another night.”
“I like cocoa as much as the next guy,” Kit replied. “But theonly thing I want to see at three in the morning is the insides of my eyelids.”
“Lightweight.”
“I’ll remind you of that the next time you fall off the couch in the middle of a power nap.”
I hadn’t realized he was back to not getting enough sleep. On the mornings after I’d crept away and left him passed out and snoring in the middle of the bed, he’d never answered a text before nine, a few times even complaining about me waking him. Sleeping together was the one thing we hadn’t gotten back to yet, not that I could fault him for wanting to wait and see how things were going to play out between the three of us. Going with the flow was proving to be easy when Kit was witty, playful, and never treated me like I was interfering in their time together. He welcomed me the same way Rebel did, ordered way too many snacks, and then insisted that I help him eat the decadent treats. Crème brûlée wasn’t something I’d have ever ordered for myself, but damn if it wasn’t tasty as hell when they were spoon-feeding it to me.
It was little moments like that that always left me wondering if I was courting one man or two.
Courting.
Glad I didn’t say that out loud. I was ten years older than Rebel and almost twenty years older than Kit. I didn’t need to give them any more reminders of the age gap between us. It stood out as glaringly as the silver streaks in my black hair.
“In all fairness, I only fell off the couch because Dash shrieked like he’d just won the lottery.”
“Doesn’t erase the fact that you were napping.”
“Cat naps are good for the soul.”
“And for people who don’t get enough sleep at night,” I remarked, Kit joining me when I started laughing at the pouty face Rebel shot me.
“No fair picking on the night owl,” Rebel declared. “I get plenty done while the world is asleep.”
“And pay for it by midafternoon when you’re grumpy andthreatening to cut bass strings if Dash strums it by your ear one more time,” Kit reminded him.
“I was sleeping there first.”
“I thought sleeping was reserved for the bunks?” Kit said. “Ozzy mentioned something about it being in the bylaws.”
“Did Ozzy also tell you that there is an addendum to those rules that stipulates that a band member may claim the media area for sleeping purposes if his bunkmate produces noxious fumes at a continuous rate?”
I snorted while Rebel climbed in the back of the SUV and stripped off his swim trunks, mooning me right there in the parking lot as he pulled on his jeans.
“No, he did not,” Kit declared, shaking his head at Rebel before climbing in beside him.
I closed the door and slapped a hand to my face because those two had absolutely no shame whatsoever. When they were finished, I swapped places with them and quickly changed so we could be on our way, Vale and Jett giving me shit about not showing my ass too. I’d flipped them off and grumbled that they could fuck off, which hadn’t stopped the laughter any, especially not when Rebel and Kit got in on it.
Oh well, if they wanted naked, they could wait until we were behind closed doors.
“Do you think we can slip in dinner somewhere?" Kit asked. “It’s late, so most places will be closing down soon. People would have headed home already. I doubt anyone will notice us.”
“I could eat,” Rebel replied.
“What do you have in mind?” Jett asked from behind the wheel.
Kit groaned and glanced at Rebel, who shrugged. “I don’t know; I thought we’d just stop if something looked interesting on the way back to the hotel.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Jett declared, “but I’ll need you guys to sit tight and let Vale check the place out first.”
“We can do that,” Rebel replied, beating me to it.
Our eyes met when he looked over at me, a smile on his faceas he reclined against the seat between me and Kit. “I’m trying.”
“I appreciate that,” I said, gripping his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Hey, that sign saidbuffet,” Kit yelped, pointing out the window.