he flips omelets, cowboy hat and all. “Mornin’, Tits. I thought I saw you waking up in there.”
He gives me a wink, but if he thinks he’s going to make me blush about that, he can go fly a kite. He didn’t have to look into my room.
“Tits?” a voice questions behind me.
I turn to find Lucas striding into the room. His hair is a mess. More than it usually is, anyway. He yawns, running his hands through his brown locks, only to tousle it even further.
“Yep,” Wyatt says. “I got an unexpected surprise when I walked down the hallway this morning. I think I’ll get used to having a girl living here real quick.”
“You know the blinds lower, right?” Lucas asks, shooting me a look that’s half jealousy, half heat. Is that what his problem is? Even yesterday, he got moody when Stone—Well, I really don’t know what Stone was trying to get at. Maybe he wanted to rile his friend up.
I stick my chin in the air. “I was just waking up. It’s not as if I was standing there with my tits out.”
“If you do, make sure you let me know,” Wyatt says. “The only thing I’ve been seeing lately is a whole lot of cock.”
“Stop looking and you won’t get an eyeful,” Stone says as he saunters into the room. “And please, Dakota, remember to use the blinds. Wyatt is the biggest perv around.”
Wyatt shrugs as if he has no need to claim his innocence. “Women are—”
“We know,” Lucas says, cutting him off with a stern look.
“Keep that up, and I won’t be feeding your asses,” Wyatt says. He spins back to the stove, grabs a plate from the cupboards, then turns back around with a plateful of omelets. “Follow me if you want to eat,” he says, mimicking Arnold Schwarzenegger’s voice.
I chuckle and do as he says. I’m pretty sure I’d flash him for a strip of that delicious smelling bacon if that’s what he wanted. He leads us outside, a plate full of omelets in one hand and the bacon in the other. When he sets the platters down, an alarm goes off on his phone. “That would be my cinnamon rolls.”
“Cinnamon rolls?”
No one answers as Wyatt holds onto his hat while he walk-runs back into the house. Stone retreats to the side patio where Wyatt pulled a pool towel out of just yesterday and returns with silverware. Lucas and I sit while Stone goes back, returning with a tray of glasses and a glass pitcher of orange juice.
Jesus. I think I died and went to food heaven.
I bite my lip, telling myself to get a hold of the emotions threatening to crawl out of me. The food at school is nothing compared to this. Plus, I’m only ever eating half of it because I try to save as much as I can for when I’m not in school. The omelet platter itself is piled high, enough for three or four for each of us if we want it. That’s not to mention the bacon and fucking cinnamon rolls.
Cinnamon rolls!
“Go ahead and start,” Lucas says, moving the omelet platter toward me. “I hope you like meat and cheese because Wyatt refuses to put vegetables in practically anything.”
I snicker. “I’m with Wyatt. Vegetables don’t belong in omelets.”
I take a plate from Stone and use my fork to slide one of the omelets onto it. I add a few strips of bacon, trying not to horde it like I want to. I’m just biting into the bacon, letting a “Mmm” pass from my lips in appreciation for the pork goodness, when Wyatt returns with the cinnamon rolls.
“That good, Tits?”
“You can’t call her Tits,” Stone says, voice firm as well...stone. Apt, of course, as everything Stone Jacobs does is ruled, measured, and well thought out.
“Why not? Lucas gets to call her Wild Girl.”
“Tits is so demeaning,” Stone says nonchalantly like we’re discussing the weather.
“Mmm,” Wyatt says, setting the cinnamon rolls down within reaching distance. I grab one just as he says, “You think that because you haven’t seen them yet.”
“Ever,” I say around a mouthful of omelet. “Won’t see them ever.” I can’t seem to stop shoving things into my mouth, which probably isn’t good while around three sexy as hell men. My cheeks flame. I definitely shouldn’t have thought that. Nope. Not ever. “You can call me Tits,” I say to Wyatt, trying to take their attention away from my red cheeks.