Bennett (On the Line 2)

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll help.”

I took my overnight bag into the bathroom and brushed my teeth after peeing. There were two toothbrushes in a holder on the counter, and I sighed as I realized one of them belonged to my brother. The little sister in me wanted to dip his in the toilet, but I didn’t know which one was his so I refrained.

I got dressed in jeans and a clean shirt, pulled my hair into a loose, messy bun and went into the kitchen. Bennett stood in front of the fridge, shirtless. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips and his hair was tousled from sleep. I couldn’t help wrapping my arms around him from behind.

“Omelets?” he asked. “Or pancakes?”

“Mmm, either.” I pressed my cheek to his hard, broad back, wishing we’d stayed in bed.

“Pancakes,” he said, turning around and wrapping his arms around me. “You sit and I’ll cook.”

“I can help.”

“Nah. This kitchen requires a special touch. You have to know just how to spill pancake batter on the stove and counters to piss Liam off.”

I laughed and sat down at the small kitchen table. “So you like aggravating him?”

“So much. He’s too damn easy.”

“I’ve been texting him trying to set up dinner, but you guys have so many games and he’s busy on the nights you’re home.”

“With Keri, I think.”

“The only night he was free last week was the night of my yoga class so I couldn’t make it.”

Bennett turned around, his brows arched with interest.

“Yoga?”

“Yeah, I started a prenatal yoga class.”

“Cool. I’m all about your flexibility.”

My gaze wandered to the stack of unopened mail on the table. The letter on top was addressed to Bennett and had a red lip print on one side. Kind of weird . . . I lifted the envelope up and saw the next one was for him, too. Also the one after, but this one had hearts dotting every “i” on the return address from a Christina Miller.

“You checking out my fan mail?” he asked, grinning.

“Is that what this is?”

He shook his head and looked sheepish. “It’s because of that Hottest Men on Ice thing. Keri wants me to respond to all of them.”

“There are at least twenty of them.”

“Yeah. I’ll keep it short and sweet. My Facebook page has more than a hundred new friend requests, too.”

“Wow.”

“I’d post a pic of me and you if you’d let me.”

“Ha. What a way for Liam to find out.”

He gave me a serious look. “We need to make it happen. I want to be with you when I’m home. I also hate him thinking I’m some douche who ditched you.”

“He doesn’t even know it’s you.”

“I just don’t like it, okay? We should be spending Christmas together.”

“We should?”