“Tink.” Sterling’s tone is clearly a warning. One that Both Rushton and I ignore.
“I’ll take that wager,” he replies confidently.
At twenty-six, Rushton is just two years younger than Sterling and me. He’s like a brother to me and in no way do I think he’s being serious. What I do know is that the Kincaid brothers like to give each other hell, and Rushton knows how protective Sterling can be. He’s been cooped up in the car too long, and it appears as though Sterling is his first form of entertainment on this trip.
“I say we let the ladies who are expecting pick their rooms first,” Ramsey suggests.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that,” Palmer tells her. “Look at this place. I can guarantee all the rooms are going to be more than sufficient.”
Ramsey shrugs. “We have to start somewhere.”
“Well, since I’m the oldest, and my wife is expecting, we’re going first.” Orrin pulls his phone from his pocket and taps at the screen. “Besides, I have the code to get in.” He grins as he takes Jade by the hand and leads her up the steps toward the front door.
“We might as well go by age. Deacon, since you and Orrin are the old men of the bunch, you all go next,” Archer teases.
Deacon points at Archer. “Respecting your elders. I like it.” He smirks as he places his hand on the small of Ramsey’s back and leads her into the house.
“Is there a waiting period for this selection process?” Brooks asks with a chuckle.
“This is ridiculous,” Declan speaks up. “Let’s just go in.” With that, we all start piling into the house. Everyone pairs up with their room partner and sets off to select their rooms.
“Come on.” Sterling grabs my hand and leads me through the kitchen and down a small hallway. Pushing open the door, he reveals a huge bedroom with a massive king-sized bed sitting in the center.
“How did you know this was here?” I ask him.
“Orrin sent the link for the house. I studied the pictures and layout description. I was going to suggest you take this room, but since you and I are sharing, we both get it.” He grins, proud of his discovery.
“Good find.”
“Agreed. It’s away from everyone else and has its own bathroom. I believe they called it an in-law suite.”
“Don’t all the bedrooms have their own bathrooms?”
“Yes, but they all share walls. This one is private.”
“Because I would have needed all the privacy staying in a room by myself?” I raise an eyebrow in question.
“No. Well, at least I didn’t think about that until now. I knew you’d feel odd being the only one having a room all to yourself, so I thought if it was secluded, you might feel more comfortable.”
“You’re always taking care of me.” My chest swells with love for my best friend.
“You know it.” He moves around the room, taking it all in. “You like it?”
“It’s perfect.”
“I think so too. I’m going to run out and get our bags.”
“I’ll come and help.”
“I can get it.”
“I need to get my bag of snacks and the cooler. We have all the groceries to pack in too.”
“Us guys can get those,” he tells me. “I can handle all of our things.”
“I can help.” I place my hands on my hips, challenging him.
“You can,” he agrees. “But you’re not going to. You’re going to relax and unwind. This weekend you’re going to let me spoil you. The guys and I already talked about it. It’s ladies’ weekend. We’re doing all the heavy lifting. And the cooking.”