“That, yes,” I said lightly. “Then you invite me to your cabin. I mean, it works, right? You don’t typically invite people who aren’t Cait there, anyway. So if you invite me, privately of course, then I know what that means.”
“And if I don’t?” he asked, and I couldn’t tell from his tone if he hoped that day never came or if he hoped it would.
“Then you never have to worry about me successfully trying to seduce you again.”
“Successfully.”
“Yeah, successfully.”
“Idiot.”
“Yeah, I guess. But that’s the deal. All you need to do is agree that will be our way of agreeing. Deal?”
His mouth twisted. “Deal, but?—”
He stopped as we felt and heard the air shift, and before we could question whether or not someone was actually coming into the room, I heard two familiar voices.
“No one gives a shit about a bit of rain coming this way.”
“It’s more than rain, and it’s more to share than boring someone about fungus.”
“Lichen is not…fuck off, alright? Your shit is possible, days, or even weeks of possible. That’s not the same thing as definable?—”
“Definable? Please, your growths are little more than the chaos that comes with?—”
“Chaos? From the man who stares at clouds.”
I smirked at the bickering twins. “Double trouble.”
“And coming for me,” Xander groaned.
“Funny, when we just came for each other,” I said lightly.
The look of outrage on his face couldn’t go anywhere as Mika and Reno walked in, looking irritated with each other. I smiled. “Boys, nice to see you. Come to be nerds?”
Reno looked offended, but Mika nodded. “Yes, I need to speak with?—”
“Fuck off,” Reno told his brother, elbowing him out of the way. “No, I need to?—”
“You both need to shut the fuck up,” Xander growled. “This had better be important.”
“That’s the thing about eggheads,” I told him. “It’s always important, but c’mon, Big Boss, they wouldn’t come to you if it wasn’t important.”
“Egghead?” Mika asked dryly.
“Ha! You do have an egg-shaped head,” Reno barked with a laugh.
“We’re identical,” Mika reminded him.
I snorted. “Though you might want to see them separately,” I said. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe?”
“I am not playing a childish game to…” Xander began, but I was already up.
“Fine, talk to Reno first,” I said and gave Mika’s arm a squeeze. “C’mon, let’s go talk shit about our exes.”
“I…am absolutely not looking to gossip,” he protested.
I eyed him. “Mika, in this bastion of masculinity, this hell of heterosexuality, who else do you have to bitch about your poor choices in men with other than me?”