“Ha!” I laugh and point at Gage, who’s scowling.
“You’re a bunch of f*****g children,” Micah sighs. “What about your locked-up friend?”
“Haven’t been in there. I’ll take him some food, though,” I tell him.
“Do you think you should? Maybe one of the guys could do it.” I narrow my eyes at Micah, and he backpedals. “Fine. Do it yourself.”
We all sit down around the island after Ryder and Holden come in from their workout. I dig in, plating eggs, bacon, and biscuits, savoring each bite. Micah doesn’t just like to cook; he loves it and is damn good at it, too. It’s the only time we get home-cooked meals, so I usually beg him to cook for us.
I look over at Holden; his long dark blonde curly hair and brown eyes make him look boyish. But I knew the time he was putting into the gym with the ot
