“Never mind. He’s gay,” Bora says on a sigh as Ethan moves over to another weight machine.
“Not gay,” Tria says as she returns, her lips twitching as she tries to not smile. “Just an asshole. He only wants girls when he wants them, and then he’s done when he’s done. Sorry. Tried to warn you.”
Bora shrugs, because she’s already over it, and we head to the counter so Jax can show me all of his awesome new goodies. Power bars, protein bars, protein shakes, protein powder… It’s like the Incredible Hulk starter kit with his gym logo—crisscrossed weights—behind the JM on it.
“What do you think?” he asks, beaming at me.
“Love it,” I say with a smile, knowing whose abs those are on the label, even though his face is cut out.
He comes around the counter and picks me up, and Bora makes some strangled noise when his lips connect with mine. I giggle in his arms—yes, I’m a giggler again—and clasp my hands together behind his neck, deepening the kiss.
Whistles break out all around us, and Jax grins as he puts me down. The kat!
“Really?” Bora squeals, smiling like an idiot. Then she scowls at me. “That was mean. You let me think you two weren’t back together.”
She leaves out the one-night stand assumption.
I wink at her as Jax’s arms come around my waist, but Bora glances down at the time.
“Shit, we have a meeting in ten minutes.”
Jax sighs, but it’s a content sound.
“Tonight? My place or yours?” he asks, as I turn in his arms.
“Yours.” He smiles when I make that decision. How can I not? He got a new apartment because of me.
“Pack a bag. A big one.”
I giggle like the giggling fool I’ve turned into, and he kisses me again before Bora starts pulling me out by my arm. Relucta
ntly, I go with her, but we’re met by a face I wasn’t expecting to see the second we reach Pretty Posh’s floor.
“Dad,” I say, confused.
“Dad,” Bora hisses between her teeth, already walking by him like she’s trying to get out of the way.
“What’s up with her?” he asks as Bora hurries toward her office.
“I… have no idea,” I confess, shrugging.
“Bora Brendon, get your ass back here,” Dad calls out.
I see her cursing before massaging her temples and stomping back toward us. She’s five sometimes, I swear.
“So… you have something you want to tell me?” I ask him just as Bora returns. She flinches for some reason.
Is their reconciliation bothering her?
“Yeah,” Dad says, smiling. “Get a bag packed. The four of us are going to Ireland for a week. Your mother and I decided it was a good time for a family vacation.”
No, it’s not weird, because we used to do family vacations all the time—when they weren’t even together.
Okay, maybe it’s weird to people who didn’t grow up like that. I was just happy to get to see them for a solid week or two at a time, so it didn’t bother me if it was weird.
“Can’t,” I tell him, sighing. “Specs have gone out for the winter line. We have to be here for all the decisions and kinks that come out along the way. Sorry. So… Just tell me now instead of on vacation.”
He frowns. “Tell you what?” he asks.