Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)
I expect Mo to cut the idea down, but she doesn’t. Instead she sets her purse on the floor beside her seat and leans back.
“Why should I go talk to her?”
I’m pretty sure I’m the last person she wants to see right now, but I can’t tell them that.
“Well, for one, you were there that evening, so you can relate to what she went through. Maybe you can get her to open up and talk. Mo sure as hell hasn’t been able to,” Adley says, reaching for her purse. “And she has a thing for you, so…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, just shrugs and looks down.
“You’re full of shit. She doesn’t have a thing for me.”
Mo laughs, and then her face sobers. “You’re joking, right?”
Hell yes, I’m joking. I know she has a thing for me. Or had a thing for me. But they don’t know that, and unless I want to get into a bar brawl with my brothers, I have to play dumb.
“Come on, bro. You’re not stupid. You have more hose honeys than I’ve got buckle bunnies—oomph.’” Rhett grunts when Mo elbows him in the chest.
“You’ve only got one buckle bunny, and that’s me. And if you ever refer to me as a buckle bunny, I’ll shove my Ariat up your ass,” she warns.
Rhett grins as though she just challenged him rather than threatened. “Two can play at that game, sweetheart. Only it won’t be a boot I’ll be shoving up your ass.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Are they like this all the time?” I ask the rest of the table.
Linc pops a fry into his mouth. “Pretty much. You’ll get used to it after a while.”
“No, you won’t,” Coop says. “But as much as I hate to admit it, I agree with Adley. You should go talk to her.”
“Funny, because if I remember correctly, you and Rhett were the ones keeping this information about Claire from me in the first place.” Not that it’s any of my business—I lost that privilege—but I want it to be. “In fact, you’ve been acting all protective and shit over her for years.”
Coop shrugs. “That’s because we don’t want you to hurt her.”
“Hurt her? Why on Earth would I hurt her?”
“Because Claire is relationship material, and you’re not,” Coop says. “On top of that, you’re our brother, and she’s one of our best friends. If something happened between the two of you, we’d be forced to kick your ass and then choose sides.”
“And we really don’t want to have to kick your ass,” Rhett adds.
“I’d never intentionally hurt Claire.” No truer words have ever come from my mouth.
Coop nods. “You better not.”
Mo smiles.
“Good,” Rhett says. “Now go after her, and keep your dick in your pants.”
“Or not. Just remember to talk first and then hanky panky.” Mo’s eyes widen when Rhett elbows her in the side. “What? Claire could use some action, and even though Trevor is a player, I don’t think he’s the worst choice for a one-nighter.”
“I’m not a player.”
“I don’t think he’s the worst choice either,” Rhett says, ignoring me. “But that doesn’t mean we should encourage them. He’s my little brother, and she’s your best friend, and you know damn well if one of them fucks the other over, it’s going to be Trevor.”
“I’m standing right here.”
Adley pulls a nail file from her purse and looks up at me. “Save your breath. This is some sort of weird foreplay for Rhett and Mo. They bicker until they get all worked up, and then they’ll have crazy monkey sex and work it out. It’s really quite disgusting. Want my opinion?”
“Not really.”
She shrugs. “I’ll give it to you anyway. Claire likes you, and you like her. Something happened between you two, but I’m not sure what it is because she wouldn’t tell me.”
I open my mouth, wanting to ask Adley when she and Claire talked, but she continues.