He bites his cheek, attempting to hold back his laugh. It doesn’t work and he snorts one out anyway. “I’m serious.”
“Me too. They’ll believe it.”
“No.”
“Okay. Fine. You hired him to be my bodyguard.”
He scrunches his face like that is the stupidest thing he has ever heard. “No. Not believable.”
Huffing out a breath, I look to the heavens for guidance. He is being so crybaby about this.
“He’s a med student doing a rotation in sports medicine?”
Theo’s silent. Score one for McCallister. He mulls it over for a minute before nodding. “I think that may work.”
“Of course it will work, doofus.” I pull my shades over my eyes and recline back. “Don’t burn the burgers.”
“Shit!”
The chair makes a scraping noise like he tripped over it in his haste to get up. I chuckle. He always burns the burgers.
“We’re good,” he yells.
“How Cajun is it?” I yell back.
“It’s not. I told you, we’re good.” His voice is closer. Opening my eyes, I see he has a plate piled high with perfectly grilled ground beef patties.
“How many did you make?” I ask in horror.
He shrugs. “I’m a growing boy.”
“One that I am going to have to run the hell out of tomorrow.” I hold the door open for him, allowing him to pass inside with the burgers.
“That’s tomorrow’s problem,” he says with a wink.
This is why he needs two trainers. He is an absolute handful. The team’s trainer once called me asking how I incentivize Theo to push his limits. That’s easy. Theo operates on fear and pleasure. You either withhold his orgasm or give him a blow job. Both work. Both incentivize. His team trainer didn’t appreciate my suggestions.
Cade has set up in the kitchen when we walk in. Condiments, lettuce, tomatoes, and beer are all spread out in anticipation of the burgers.
“Mmmm…” I moan. “These smell like they might actually be edible this time, Von Bremen.”
He flips me off while he pilfers through the fridge. “Where is my hot sauce?”
Yuck. I threw that shit out the other day—it was manufacturing penicillin. I turn to the table and start making my plate. “I think Cade used the last of it,” I lie.
The refrigerator door slams.
“I did not,” says a raspy voice at my ear.
Damn, Cade. Can’t you lie? Theo hates you, anyway.
“She threw it away last week. Something about it looking like a small animal was swimming in the bottle.”
I can’t have a fucking secret in this house to save my life. I chance a look at Theo. His eyes have gone all squinty. “I’ll get you some more. Geeze! It was growing mold!”
“What if I like mold?” he snaps.
Oh great. Here we go.
