Anthony reached for his beer. "Oh man, I bet Jake's pissed, huh?"
I winced. "Actually, I haven’t quite mentioned it."
Anthony stopped in mid-motion. "Why the hell not?"
"It's been such a crazy day already," I explained. "And I haven't really had the chance." Finally, the phone stopped buzzing. A moment later, I felt the short vibration that indicated a new voicemail.
With a sigh, I swiped the screen and listened. There was no real message, just muffled dance music and the sounds of people talking, not that I could understand a single word.
Probably, Rango was calling from his club again. I deleted the message and tossed my phone onto the nearby sofa. I was so tired of all of this. It was enough to drive a girl to drink.
I stood and went to the fridge, where I snagged a glass of wine for me and a couple more beers for my brothers.
When I returned to the living area, Steve was holding my phone and staring down at the screen while Anthony peered over his shoulder.
I almost dropped the drinks. "What are you guys doing?"
"Looking at the picture," Steve said.
I strode forward and practically slammed the drinks onto the coffee table. "Without my permission?"
"Yeah," Steve said. "You left it there. What do you expect?"
"I expected some privacy. That's what."
Steve shrugged. "Eh, too late for that."
I made a sound of annoyance. "Obviously."
Unsure what else to do, I stalked around the nearby sofa and joined Anthony in peering over Steve's shoulder.
I gazed down at the small screen and paused. Steve had his thumb pressed to the center of the image, covering the portion that contained me.
I had to ask, "Why do you have your thumb on the screen?"
"Because your shirt was see-through. No way I wanna look at that."
Right. I should've realized that.
And, I should've hidden my phone.
Too late for that now.
Next to me, Anthony gave a small shudder. "Yeah. We saw enough already. You're our sister, for cripe's sake."
Yes. I was.
And I was starting to wonder if they'd like a nice elevator story to go with their pizza.
It would serve them right.
Reluctantly, I returned my attention to the screen. "Then why are you looking?" I asked. "Other than the rain, there's nothing to see."
Steve lifted the phone higher. "Those two guys, who the hell arethey?"
I hesitated. "What two guys?"
