Page 90 of Hooked on Trouble

Lily’s undergarments aren’t strewn over the table, but she’s already blushing. “I brought my purple one.”

I raise my hand. “Black for me. Can’t wait.”

Kolton steps behind Shay and wraps his hands around her belly. He’s always been a “hands on” kind of guy, but since announcing her pregnancy, he hovers more, touches more, holding her and getting as close as possible. I often forget he lost his first wife during childbirth. Fear must dampen his joy at times, worry about everything that could go wrong.

Today he seems nothing but adorably thrilled. “What’s with the bras?”

I sip my coffee. “We’re re-creating the Karma Event.”

He squints. “I don’t follow.”

“The Karma Event,” I repeat. When his brows crease deeper, I add, “The bra toss. You know, like the day you skied into Shay.”

His reply: “She skied into me.”

Shay cranes her neck to gawk at him. “You really are delusional.”

“Just admit it, already.”

“We already agreed it was your fault. Just like the fact that you broke the dishwasher.”

“Didn’t happen,” he tells her. “But what’s this about a bra toss?”

Shay rolls her eyes.

“The bra toss,” I say again, slower and louder, like English is his second language.

Kolton frowns. “Still in the dark here.”

“Me, too.” Sawyer picks up the red bra and holds it over his chest. “Can’t wait for the details, though.”

“Me three,” Nico adds.

Lily stares at Shay, her look of confusion likely matching mine. “You never told Kolton?”

“Nope.” Shay tries to snatch her bra from Sawyer, but he fends her off.

“But that’s the beginning of it all,” Lily persists. “How could he not know?”

Kolton steps back from Shay and crosses his arms. “Now’s a good time to fill me in. Especially considering Sawyer is a minute from wearing your bra.”

Which is exactly what Sawyer does. He slips his arms through the straps and positions the cups over his long-underwear top.

“You’re ridiculous,” Lily says, all smiles.

He winks at her. “You love me.”

She doesn’t contradict him.

Kolton, however, isn’t sidetracked. “Let’s hear it, Shay. What’s with the bra toss?”

She waves a dismissive hand. “It’s no big deal. Just, the day you skied into me, I’d seen the bra tree earlier—the one on the mountain with all the bras and tacky necklaces hanging off it—and decided to take mine off and sling it. Wanted to erase my past and start over.”

“Does that mean you skied into my boy braless?” Sawyer asks, still dressed in drag.

It’s Shay’s turn to wink. “It does.”

Nico’s large hand grips my thigh. “You planning that, then? On slinging yours and skiing without a bra?” The spark in his gaze is all lust.