“Ask away, Twirl Girl,” Nathan says from the theater seat beside her.
Gemma tries to be subtle with her eye roll, but I don’t miss it. Instead of asking Nathan, she turns behind her, facing Colt. “Have you attended any of the camps there before?”
“Yeah, I went for a few years. We’d fly up from Colorado so we could all go. Nate and I were there for the hockey camp and Eva attended the golf camp. I’m actually going to be a hockey counselor there this summer as well,” Mr. Thinks-He’s-Suave informs her.
When Gemma’s eyes widen, he continues, “And lucky for us, the figure skating and hockey camps are held in the same first two weeks of August.”
Over my dead body is she being a camp counselor if he is going to be there at the same time.
I practically drag Carson up the steps after ordering my rookie to keep an eye on everyone since he decided to watch the movie instead of participating in game night. When we’re finally upstairs, I ask Carse, “How much supervision is there for camp counselors?”
Carson shakes his head at me. “Chill out, Benny. The male and female counselor cabins are kept separate; they’re on either side of the campers’ cabins. And there’s always a senior counselor and camp director on-site.”
“Have McKenna go over the details with Scarlett,” I tell him.
“Yeah, of course,” Carson assures me, clapping me on the back and pushing me into the living room where the rest of the group is. “Now, are you ready to stop being an overly protective papa bear?”
“Papa bear?” Scar questions.
“Yeah. Bennett is freaking out about the possibility of Gemma and Colton both being camp counselors at Camp Katie this summer,” Carson explains, shaking his head at me as he takes a seat on the sectional next to Dakota.
Jax chuckles from across the room. “Why is that the least surprising thing I’ve heard?”
Taking a seat next to Scarlett, I scoop her legs up into my lap and grumble, “Can we just start a game or something?”
“I’ve got an idea,” Jax says. “Let’s have the ladies hit us with their best pickup lines and we’ll vote whose is best,” Jax suggests.
McKenna doesn’t hesitate to go first, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “Relationships should be 50/50, you give me your last name and I’ll scream out your first.”
Her pickup line would clearly work on Griff, because he pulls her into his lap and says, “I already gave you my last name, Sunshine.”
“I know, but that’d be my pickup line if I were trying to pick you up tonight,” she tells him with a dopey smile that mirrors the one Griff’s wearing.
Carson turns to Dakota. “Alright, Austen. Woo me,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
“You’re just like a wine tasting. They say spit, but I prefer to swallow,” Dakota says with a slight drawl and I think we can all hear Carson swallow his tongue as he stares back at her wide-eyed.
“Something I didn’t need to know about my sister-in-law,” Kenna groans.
Alexa stands up then and points to Jax’s face before asking, “Is this seat taken?”
He chuckles and grins widely. “It’s all yours.”
“Is that how you picked him up, Lex?” Kenna asks her.
“No, it was more so we were both sick of being the singles of the group,” she admits before turning to face Scarlett. “Alright, Scar, it’s your turn.”
“I’ve never been very good with pickup lines,” Scar tells the group.
“Oh, come on, Red. Don’t be a poor sport, all the other ladies did it,” I point out.
Scar rolls her eyes at me and says, “I don’t have any pickup lines because I don’t like to be picked up.” She lowers her voice and slides her hand along my thigh before she murmurs, “I much prefer to be pinned down.”
Fuck. Me. That’s exactly what I’d like to do to her.
Leaning into her space, I whisper into her ear, “Tonight, baby girl.”
“Promises, promises,” she taunts.
