“Roxanne, I said no,” Hank returned.
“I’l go to Siberia!” Roxie snapped.
Hank looked at Lee and shook his head.
“Do not shake your head at your brother, Hank Nightingale,” Roxie bit off.
“Fucking great. Donuts. Final y, my day has brightened,” Hank ignored Roxie.
One side of Luke’s lips curled up in a sexy half-grin.
Vance’s shit-eating grin made a reappearance. Eddie bit his lip to stop from grinning. Lee chuckled straight out.
I was guessing Hank and Roxie hadn’t participated in the nookie-a-thon like the rest of us. Then again, maybe they did and the extreme circumstances took the glow off early.
“Do you believe they’re giving up?” Roxie asked me on a huff.
“Nope,” I replied then took another bite of my donut.
“I don’t either,” she flopped down on a couch, gave a good glare to Hank then pul ed out a chocolate-covered, custard-fil ed and bit into it so hard the custard splodged out the side.
“Babe, pour me a cup of coffee,” Luke said to Ava.
“Please?” Ava said back.
“Beautiful Ava, please pour me a cup of coffee,” Luke replied in a soft voice, with a soft look on his face and absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever.
I stared at him. He looked so hot, his voice so sweet, his face unguarded, my heart stopped beating, I quit breathing and I felt a quiver somewhere only Lee was al owed to make quiver.
My eyes flitted to Roxie who was staring at Luke mouth open, then to Jet who was staring at Luke mouth open, then to Ava who was pouring Luke a cup of coffee.
“Indy, honey,” Lee cal ed.
My head snapped around to see he was standing close to my side. His head dipped in and I saw his eyes were amused.
“Quit drooling,” he whispered.
I snapped my mouth shut, gave him a look and shoved in the last bite of my donut.
Jules came back and sat down in her chair again.
“Princess?” Vance asked so quietly you could almost not hear him.
“I’m okay,” she murmured.
His hand went to her face, fingers trailing down her hairline and he tucked her hair behind her ear.
Something hit me, sliding al over me like relaxing in a bath of hot water that smel ed real y good.
I turned back to Lee.
“I get it,” I whispered.
“What?” Lee asked, his eyes coming to me.
My gaze did a sweep of the room and came back to him.
“I get it,” I repeated and his eyes warmed. He knew what I was saying.