Page 149 of Carson

“That’s nice,” I say, humming to myself as I continue dusting the mantel.

“Why are you humming?”

“Is there a law that says I can’t hum? Or does it annoy you?”

He studies me, trying to figure out what is different about me.

“Because, if it annoys you, I’ll do it more often.”

His brows dip further, and I know he’s on to me.

“Oh my god. It happened,” he says.

“In fact, I think I’ll hum all through your football game this weekend,” I say, ignoring his accusations.

“It did.” He jumps up and down like a little kid. “Oh, my god, you did it.”

“Did what?” Carver asks, coming back into the room.

“She was humming,” Cole tells him.

“Oh, my god! I’m doing it, Cole. I’m going to hum until your ears bleed.”

Carson steps into the room and all three of us shut up.

“Hey, fuckers, how was Reno?”

“Cole won two hundred dollars,” I say, smiling tightly at Cole.

“Good job, brother. Did you have any luck, Carver?”

Carver walks over and plops on the couch, grinning at me. “Naw. What about you two? What did you guys do while we were gone?”

Carson puts his hands on his hips, finally realizing what’s going on. “I’m only going to say this once. I love that you guys joke with Luna and tease her like a sister, but some things are off-limits.”

Both Cole and Carver apologize to me, and then to him.

Carson crosses his arms over his chest. “You can make it up to her by taking over the pizza duties tonight.”

Cole salutes his brother.

Carson walks over, takes the duster out of my hand, tosses it to Carver and then he leads me upstairs.

The minute we’re out of sight, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me. “Your plan was perfect,” he says. “They fell for it hook, line, and sinker.”

I kiss him back, my hands sliding up his shirt. “Now we have the entire afternoon to ourselves.”

We laugh, running down the hall and locking ourselves in our room.

A few hours later, after we smell the pizza, we come back downstairs. I smile sweetly at Cole and sit down beside him at the table. We’re eating inside tonight. It’s been raining since Carson and I got caught in it yesterday.

We haven’t minded that we’ve been trapped inside.

“I can’t believe you got me in trouble,” he pouts.

“How did I get you in trouble?”

He curls his lips in.