She’s smiling because she knows she has them by the balls.
“Fine.” Mark clears his throat and avoids eye contact with Keith. How she ever got them to agree to this is beyond him. He knows he has the first part, then Keith will come in on the third bar. Savannah starts to hum the tune to The Beatles’Let It Be.Once they start, she goes quiet and holds her hands over her mouth. Her eyes widen and glisten as her cheeks grow pink with happiness.
That right there is why they’re doing this—because they truly make her happy, and making Savannah laugh is their job as the brothers.
Mark can’t help but notice Keith’s hands resting on his hips that swing a bit, and his head moves to the beat. Concerned the dude is going to outshine me, Mark sings a little louder, and when Keith looks over, Mark nods at his hands. He drops them with a curse.
“Yay!” She claps when they finish. “Great job, guys.”
They stare when she makes zero attempt to move.Don’t even think of it!She rolls her eyes and extends her hand to Mark again. He pulls her to her feet, turns her toward the kitchen, and gives her a slight push.
Once she’s out of sight, Keith points a finger at Mark. “No one better have heard that.”
“What, your cute duet?” John grins from the entryway.
Fuck me.
He steps into the room, waving his phone around. “You two sounded like a warm breeze winding through a sleepy forest. Just perfection.” He chuckles but makes a hasty retreat as Keith leaps over the couch and chases him upstairs.
“This will make a great ringtone.”
“Boys!” Abigail scowls when she finds Mark a moment later. Her hands go to her hips. “Marcus Lopez, what is all the yelling for?”
“Keith is—”
“Don’t be blaming Keith for this. I heard you laugh. You’re part of this. Now, why is Savi in the kitchen?”
Mark shakes his head after he curses Keith out in his head. “She’s making us cookies.” Her eyes narrow at him. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh?”
“No, we made a deal. We did our part, and now she’s doing hers.”
“She’s about to pop!”
“Yes, but—” Savannah appears in the doorway with a smile, licking a cookie-battered spoon.
“That poor girl!”
Savannah immediately drops her expression to look sad and nods pathetically.
Oh, she’s going for it.
Abigail rubs her brow as her eyebrows pinch together. “You boys and your tummies.” She lets out a long sigh. “You better make this up to her.”
Savannah disappears and returns holding a newspaper. “You could take me to the movies tomorrow.”
Seriously?
“Now, that sounds like a sweet idea.” Abigail wraps her arm around Savannah. “I bet getting out of the house would be fun.”
The two of them grin at Mark, but Savannah’s smile has an extra twinkle.
“Fine!” He damn near stomps his foot at them.
“Keith too!” Savannah ads before she fist-pumps in the air and heads back into the kitchen.
“When does Cole come back?” Mark mutters as he heads down the stairs to work on his project.