Fynn cleared his throat, shuffling his feet from the doorway, trying not to smile.
Grayson just shook his head.
And Micah… he grinned like he just won the fucking lottery.
“It’s cute when Micah does it,” I replied.
Micah laughed, and the playfulness there eased some of the tension tied in knots around my chest. “Hell, yeah it is. Hand her over, man. I’ll get her a drink,” he told Brock as he waved me forward with a crook of his finger.
“Get the hell out of here.” Brock halfheartedly shoved Micah’s shoulder as he led me out of the room, Micah’s laughter following us into the hall.
These four guys. What the shit was I going to do with them?
“I thought we shared everything.” I heard Micah chuckle behind me as the guys followed us out.
“Micah, I swear if Brock doesn’t give you a black eye, then I will,” Grayson threatened, but there was no real bite to his words.
“Josie isn’t just his. She’s ours too,” he defended.
Their nonsense chatter filled the corridor, warming me from the inside a little at a time, almost as effective as a shot of bourbon. I rested my head on Brock’s shoulder as he shook his head.
“I’m with Micah on this one,” Fynn agreed, surprising me.
“Jesus, not you too,” Grayson groused. “Is there anyone that doesn’t want to sleep with my sister?”
A beat of silence passed, and I felt my cheeks flush.
What have I gotten myself into?
“Believe it or not, it is possible to be friends with a girl,” Fynn argued.
“And want to bang,” Micah added.
“For fuck’s sake,” Grayson swore.
We’d just reached the party at the end of the hall when I spotted Mads as she whirled around at our approach. Something about the bright excitement in her eyes conjured a thread of unease within me. “You’re not going to believe who I ran into.”
Grayson’s brows worked up. “It can’t be worse than who Josie—”
A slim figure stepped out from behind Mads. She smiled timidly at the Elite, her fingers twiddling with the ends of her dark-haired ponytail.
And to think I thought all the surprises were done for the night.
I stared at the girl who shared so many of my facial traits it was damn right scary.
Grayson paused. “Kenna?”
Oh. My. God. It was really her—my sister.
I’d say it was seventeen years overdue.