4
Lucas
"If you smack me one more time, I'm going to drain every one of you," I said with the patience of an agitated viper.
For good measure, Frank smacked me in the back of the head one more time, and I flashed fangs at him.
"You're a total fucking idiot," my brother said. "Even in her weird ass clothes, Grace is drop dead gorgeous."
I sighed. He was right, but I had no desire to get tangled up with a clairvoyant, not with everything I had going on right now. Even though I kept all of the pissed off texts she sent me after I ditched her for dinner. Even the one where she told me she had half a mind to sleep with Frank just to annoy me.
I doubted she would.
But I wasn't sure.
I also wasn't sure if Frank was thinking along the same lines because in the last five minutes, he'd repeatedly mentioned how hot Grace was.
So...here I was. All three of my brothers looking at me like I'd lost my ever loving mind. And, looking in from the outside, I supposed I had.
"Thank the gods you got rid of that beard. That thing was so dense I bet I could have found the Holy Grail in there," Sam said as he sprawled out on the couch and grinned at me from ear to ear.
"Grace is...different," I admitted.
"Different in a bodies in the closet kind of way? Or boiling bunnies? Or different in a good way," my third brother, Colin, chimed in.
"In a good way." I paused and saw the looks they exchanged. "But that doesn't mean she's right for me!" I amended. "She's got a mouth on her."
At that, Frank let out a hoot. "Since when have you complained about the size of a lady's mouth!"
"All right, asshat," I said, "I meant she's sarcastic as hell and borderline mean."
Sam scrubbed a hand over his five o'clock shadow and stared at me like I was stupid. "You show up to her house like you've just auditioned forLumberjack Loverswith boots you purposely put in cow shit and you think she should be nice to you?" His expression was bewildered. "The finest education our parents could buy and you're still as stupid as an unhatched chicken."
Frank snorted. "You do know that sarcasm is an indicator of high intelligence? And considering she brought you to your knees with her words, I think you're ashamed that she outwitted you!"
"She didn't bring me to my knees!" I growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Frank admitted, "it was the pretty blush she got out of you. Sorry, my mistake."
"I hate you all."
Colin put his fingers in a steepled position which meant he was thinking and everyone usually got very scared when Colin started to think because he could be quite diabolical. "You can't stop thinking about her, can you?" he asked quietly.
You could hear a stone drop in the room, so me pausing for a moment before I answered just made it worse.
"That's ridiculous." But my protests sounded false even to my own ears.
Frank sat down in the only empty space not occupied by Sam's sprawled out body. "Well, you have three single brothers here. One," he pointed to himself, "who is definitely interested. And," he pointed to Colin and Sam, "two others who will be as soon as I show them a picture of her."
"She's too short," I said. A weak protest if I'd ever heard one.
"The better to pick up and cuddle," said Frank.
"She's mouthy!" I said on a growl, growing ever more pissed off the longer I spent trapped in this room with them.
"The better to kiss my delicate areas," said Sam sweetly.
"She's a fucking clairvoyant!" I shouted.
