Twelve
Wes
“Oh my gosh, that’s hilarious,” Trixie managed even though she was laughing so hard she was leaning over.
The low, throaty sound wrapped around me like a blanket, and I wanted to do whatever I could to keep her laughing.
“Brody’s a lot of things, but subtle is not one of them,” I said wryly.
“You out here talking s**t?”
I looked over to see Brody standing in the hall, his fingers absently scratching his bare chest as he blinked sleepily at us.
Trixie let out a yelp of surprise, then collapsed on the couch, her laughter bordering on hysterical.
It was about four in the morning, and although we only had a couple of beers each, we were punch drunk from lack of sleep and each other’s company.
“Did we wake you?” I asked my brother, resting my arm on the back of the couch.
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