8
LUCAS
“Someone got lucky last night,” Aiden teased as I walked through the door to my hotel room.
I tossed my jacket onto the couch and smiled. “What can I say?”
Already dressed in his khakis and gray golf shirt, he stood and looked down at his watch. “Our tee time is in less than an hour. Noah’s in his room taking a shower. Apparently, he had fun last night too. I’m the only one who didn’t get laid.”
Chuckling, I patted his shoulder in passing. “Since when do you have problems finding women?”
“Never.” He snorted. “Guess I’m not as badass without my wingmen. You two left me out in the cold last night.”
“Done whining?”
“Whatever, cocksucker.” He laughed and pointed over to the covered dish on the counter. “Since I’m such an amazing brother, I ordered you some breakfast. Figured yo
