A rush of anxiety, elation, nausea, plus a surge of emotions I couldn’t describe passed over me.
How the fuck would we navigate this? I guessed it depended on her.
Turning back to the penthouse, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to the group chat with Danika and Jayna.
Time to consult with the sisters. My brothers had their uses, but this wasn’t in their realm of expertise.
ME:Hey, PITAs, I know I keep blowing you off. Want to meet up for a discussion?
Almost immediately, Danika responded.
PITA1:I doubt this has anything to do with what we want, so spill it.
Not a second later, another text followed.
PITA2:Sam, do you realize what time it is? Danika and I were watching a movie. This is the first weekend in three months I’m not at the club and can have a girl’s night in.
Shit. If Lilly was there, then she’d tell Rey. They had this damn no-secrets rule after they left their agencies. The last thing I wanted was for any of the brothers to know, especially when things were fucked. When it came to delicate situations, they were like bulls in a china shop.
ME:Is Lilly with you?
PITA2:Why?
ME:And you wonder why I call you PITA. Answer the question, Jay.
PITA2:No, she’s out with Rey.
Thank God for small favors.
ME:Do you have time in your movie-watching schedule to fit me in for a discussion tomorrow? Or I can just come up for breakfast since you two are having a slumber party.
PITA1:First, I want to know if I’m still labeled Pita1 on your phone. Then I can decide if I’m available. And what makes you think you have an invitation to breakfast?
PITA2:Same question but rephrasing it with Pita2.
ME:It’s changed. I swear.
Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with simultaneous messages.
PITA1/PITA2:LIAR!
ME:What if I promise to let you change it to whatever you want? It can even be something like Danika the Great or Jayna the Incredible.
PITA1:I’d rather get Lilly to lock you into your penthouse with Devani and force you two to duke it out. You may survive the altercation with a few fingers and toes left. I’m not sure if you know this, but I learned my blade skills from her.
Of course, I knew. Those blade skills resulted in Danika nearly gutting an asshole who decided to manhandle her during a poker night at The Library, which resulted in a major shutdown and cleanup event.
I took a deep breath. I might as well get their curiosity piqued.
ME:Since you mentioned fingers and toes…that’s the subject matter we need to discuss.
I waited for a surge of texts to blast through my phone.
When no response came, I typed.
ME:Hello. Where the fuck are you? I expected Jay to at least lose her shit a little or call me or something.
The main elevator to my penthouse opened, and Danika and Jayna walked in. Both had their arms crossed, and their faces bore matching scowls. They wore pajamas and had their hair piled in some haphazard style atop their heads. The stark difference in their heights should have made them look like the odd pair, but they fit.