Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,109

he moves too much Leo will open his eyes and realize who exactly he’s snuggled up with.

“I’m hungry too,” Bishop agrees.

My stomach growls loudly at the same time, and Bishop chuckles.

“You have something I can cook, Belly?” Leo asks, opening his eyes and looking at Hudson, who appears pleasantly surprised to realize Leo was aware who he was cuddling the whole time.

“You know, I know how to cook too. I can make us something,” Hudson points out.

“You cooked breakfast, let me do lunch, or dinner, or whatever the fuck mealtime it is.”

“Fine. The kitchen is fully stocked, help yourself to whatever you need. I can run out for extra ingredients if you’re missing anything.”

“I’ll go scope out the situation.” Leo yawns and stretches then rolls off the couch and gets to his feet. I catch Hudson watching his ass as he struts away.

“Come here,” Bishop says, opening his arms for Hudson once Leo disappears into the kitchen.

“There’s no room; I don’t want to hurt you.”

Bishop rolls his eyes. “Get the fuck over here.”

Hudson grimaces but shuffles around and carefully crawls into our little cuddle pile, putting most of his weight on me rather than on Bishop.

They share a slow, sweet kiss and then Hudson pulls away and cups Bishop’s face in one hand. “Don’t scare us like that again.”

“I’ll do my best,” Bishop promises.

“Good, I love you, buttercup.”

“Doesn’t count, I already called you buttercup,” Leo calls from the kitchen. “How about pork chops?”

“Does he mean for dinner or as a nickname?” Bishop whispers.

“I can’t tell anymore,” I mutter back with a laugh.

Chapter 27

Hudson

“Can I uncover my eyes yet?” I ask impatiently, using one finger to inch the blindfold a little higher in hopes of peeking out the bottom. Riot slaps my hand, and I yelp. “Jeez, a no would’ve been sufficient.”

“I told you I’ll let you know when you can look.”

“This had better be a kinky sex game,” I grumble, and Riot chuckles.

“We’re in public.”

“I’m not shy,” I tease, dropping my voice to a low, suggestive rumble.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He tightens his hand on the back of my neck and slows to a stop. “Hold on one second.” He puts both hands on my shoulders and uses them to turn me a few degrees. “Now you can look.”

I reach back to untie the blindfold, blinking into the too bright sun as my eyes adjust.

“It’s an empty store front?” I ask, taking in the windows blocked out with newspapers and the remnants of an old sign over the door.

“Come on,” he says, tilting his head and pulling the door open.

“Wait, are we supposed to be in here?”

“The realtor swung by to unlock it for us a few minutes ago,” he assures me.

“Realtor?” I repeat stupidly as I follow him inside. It’s not much to look at, but it is spacious, and I can see potential for it to be a nice place with a little cleanup and a few coats of paint.

“I’ve had my eye out for investment properties, specifically well-priced retail locations.”

“Investment properties?”

“You’re going to have to stop repeating everything I say if we’re ever going to get through this conversation,” he says, shaking his head and laughing.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so lost about what’s going on right now.”

“What’s going on is I’m trying to show you the perfect location for your comic book store.”

“What?” I look around the space with a fresh set of eyes, easily picturing what it would look like with racks of comic books lining the walls and a cozy corner for coffee and boardgames. My heart thunders in my ears as excitement and fear war inside my chest. “I can’t…”

“Sure, you can,” he argues. “Sweetheart, you can do anything; you just have to take the leap.”

My throat burns with emotion, and I huff out a laugh. “Sweetheart gets no points, too unoriginal.”

“Well, I’m not one of the competitors, so it doesn’t matter anyway. I think this place would be perfect. The location is great, the price is right, and with a little bit of TLC, it has a ton of potential.”

“Yeah,” I agree, nodding slowly. “I can see it; it’s perfect honestly.”

“So, let’s do it. Take the leap, and I’ll be your first investor.”

“Fuck, I want to,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck as I continue to picture all the things I could do with this place. Even if it turns out to be an utter failure, the excited flutter inside me right now has to be worth the risk, right?