Theo looked at me and blew out a deep sigh. “It wasn’t like it was a hardship.”
The thought of being inside Reagan had me swallowing audibly. “No, it was not.”
“We can’t let it get messy. Russ would murder us, and he’d have every right to do it. We’re verbally deciding to try to fuck his sister again.” August pinched the bridge of his nose as he considered that. “Jesus. I should listen to myself and put an end to the madness.”
“Sure. Forgive me for not being upset if the ex-Navy SEAL drops out of the running. Let the normal guys have a fucking shot, yeah?” I shoved his shoulder, knowing he was feeling shitty and not liking it.
“You make it sound like a competition.” Theo looked at us and silence settled over our little group for a few moments before he grinned. “It’s been a while since we waged a bet on anything but poker night.”
“You want to bet on Reagan?”
“Not like that. Just between us. Winner gets fucking heaven and maybe the shit beaten out of him by Russ and losers clean and stock the lake house for three months?”
I looked from August to Theo and found myself grinning back at them. It was dumb, but betting against my best friends had always been a weakness. I was a competitive asshole, and I liked winning. “Fine by me.”
August shook his head and swore. “Fine. When this blows up in our faces, I just want it to be said that I wasn’t in my right mind when I shook on this. I’ve had blood loss to the top half of my body for days.”