“Because there’s something wrong with us.”
“Hey!” I laughed, swatting at her playfully. “I’m not that bad!”
“No? I’ve seen you beat someone to a pulp with your bat while being completely silent. That’s psychopathic behavior,” she answered dryly. “Right, Jett?”
“Right,” he confirmed with a nod, glancing over at my dads. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
Jensen looked up from chopping garlic, narrowing his eyes. “Who said I was feeding you?”
“C’mon, Jense. I date your daughter. I deserve a good feed,” he joked, making Jensen smirk.
“We’re having a barbeque, so there should be some left for you.”
“I appreciate it.” He chuckled before checking his phone. “Shit. Logan’s at my place looking for me.”
“Let me call him,” I insisted as I snatched his phone, quickly hitting the call button before Jett could take it away from me.
“My ass is ready for you, baby cakes,” Logan drawled. “You want to top me this time?”
“Evening, Donahue,” I murmured, a groan leaving him.
“Where’s my man? What did you do to him?”
“You know, I’m starting to think you have gay tendencies,” I deadpanned, swatting a hand at Jett as he tried to take the phone back. “We’re doing a family thing, so you’ll have to go home and let Lopez rail you instead.”
“That’s no fun. I bet fucking him would be like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall,” he grumbled. “It’s a shame Reid’s not home yet. He’d blow me.”
“You’re terrible,” I huffed, changing the subject. “How is he today?”
“Better. They’re hoping he’ll be discharged tomorrow.”
“No shit? Let me know if you need a ride. I’ll sort something out for you guys,” I offered.
“Aw, you do love us. Shit, Rae is calling me. I’ll talk to you later,” he said quickly before hanging up. I handed the phone back to Jett, his eyebrow raised.
“Reid getting out?”
“Sounds like it. You’ll lend me your car to pick him up, right?” I teased, knowing there was no way in hell he’d give me the keys.
“Like fuck.”
“It’s alright, you can use the Escalade. It has more room.” Jensen snorted, putting the steak in a bowl of marinade. Lukas was making burger patties, but he glanced up with a worried look.
“Do they need anything? I know they won’t accept help, but it’s not like they’ve got parents around to help them.”
“I dealt with the hospital fees and Reid’s car stuff. I think they’re okay.” I shrugged, but Luna frowned.
“Should we make them some meals? Then they don’t have to cook for a week or two until he’s settled at home again.”
Lukas smiled, and I could already see the wheels turning in his head as he started thinking of meals for them. “That’s a good idea. I’ll make a bunch of stuff tonight so you guys can give it to them tomorrow when you take them home.”
Skeeter walked in, annoyance on his face that he wasn’t hiding very well. “Make extra food for dinner. Rory opened her big mouth and invited the Hendricks and the Bates.”
“No Evans?” I asked lightly as if I was confused, his eyes instantly clashing with mine.
“No.”
“Aw, why not? It’s a family dinner, so shouldn’t my favorite Uncle Rage be coming?” I said and faked a pout, earning the middle finger.