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“Date?” Ash, Zeke, and Cyn all asked simultaneously. Confusion, panic, and anger overlapped in their layered voices.

Maya’s jaw dropped, but she recovered fast and said, “Yep. My cousin Leo wants to take her out. I’ve been trying to talk her into giving him a chance. He’s a good guy. Has his own house, car, nice-paying job…”

I fought the urge to smack the mischievous smile off her face. She knew what she was doing. I wouldn’t actually hurt her, but she needed to quit while she was ahead.

Ash hummed, the confusion dropping from his tone as he asked with a straight face, “And you like the guy?”

“He’s nice.”

“Nice,” Cyn deadpanned, his natural scowl deepening.

“Yeah. I met him last year.”

“So you don’t want to fuck him?”

“Cyn,” Ezra warned.

I huffed, gathered the empty beer bottles from the coffee table, and carried them to the kitchen. “I told you I didn’t know,” I said to Maya, ignoring Cyn’s vulgarity.

She followed me. “No. You said you’d think about it.”

“And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

I put the bottles into the bin beneath the sink and turned to find her in my personal space.

“The sexual tension in here is off the charts,” she whisper-yelled.

I gaped at her. “Oh my god, you did not say that.” I stepped around her to clean the beer off my hand on a dish towel.

“I’m serious. The tattooed guy with the messy hair—” She paused. “What was his name? Cyn?” When I nodded, she said, “Yeah, well, Cyn looks like he wants to nail you against the wall.” She glanced past me. “You should let him.”

“Maya!”

She laughed. “Seriously. He’s wound tighter than my abuela when she’s missed her afternoon nap. Let the man sin like his name suggests.”

I groaned. “He does not wanna fuck me.” Had she forgotten our earlier conversation about Ash?

“Who doesn’t want to fuck you?”

I jumped, whipping around to see Zeke leaning over the counter.

“How do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Moving like a ninja.”

He shrugged. “So, who doesn’t want to fuck you?”

I looked at Maya, cheeks flaming, pleading for help.

“The grumpy one.”

I looked at the ceiling. “So not helpful.”

Zeke’s face scrunched. “It really isn’t. Ezra and Cyn are both grumpy.”

“Not what I meant,” I protested, flinging my hands up and stepping away from them.