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Hunter covered his ears. “No spoilers.”
Damn them, I was enjoying this.
“You’d rather talk about my sister than about me?” Ramsey’s hurt was exaggerated.
“I figure that’ll get me more answers than asking about you.” Catty? A little.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he said.
I couldn’t ignore his sincerity. Then again, that had never quite been the problem. He had always been genuine with me, but the mask he put on for public consumption was a different person, and I didn’t like watching him flip that switch.
“Do you still play?” I asked. It wasn’t a secret that he could play guitar, but he didn’t tell anyone that when he was younger, he wanted to be in a metal band. He composed music, and Hunter wrote the lyrics.
“I do. In fact, we’ve been working on something for a couple of weeks. Stress relief.”
“Can I hear?” The question was out before I could consider that I was falling into this conversation and enjoying it. I wouldn’t take the request back, though. I always enjoyed their collaborations.
Ramsey leaned in, mouth near enough my ear I felt his breath on my skin, and sang. The lyrics were angsty, and his voice had that rough edge so many metal singers wished for. When Hunter sang as he stood, picking up the harmony, chills raced down my spine.
“I love it. It’s heartbreaking and beautiful.”
Hunter worked his jaw, then shook his head.
“What?”
“I was going to say,Your face is heartbreaking and beautiful,but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”
I ducked my head.Your-faceexchanges were typical for us back in the day, but the comment flustered me.
“Not used to seeing you at a loss for words,” Hunter said.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” Great. NowIwas starting to get flirty.
“Whoa. My best friend and my ex? Not. Cool.” Ramsey’s tone was light and playful, with zero trace of offense.
Any time I’d seen Ramsey in the past few months, Lyn or someone else was around. Having witnesses made it easier to stick to my resolve to keep my distance. But now, no one else was here.
This was half-fun, half-awkward, and all-enticing. Did I want to fall into it, or walk away? “You know you’d watch.” Fall into it, apparently, because now those tantalizing memories were back, refusing to be ignored while they sent desire spilling through me.
“He absolutely would,” Hunter agreed.
Ramsey hadn’t moved away from me since he finished singing. “I don’t know. It’sso hardto picture myself in that situation.” He pressed into my back. “A person never really knows what they’re going to do, until the situation actually presents itself.”
Hunter made a lassoing gesture—Jr. Rodeo Champion three years in a row—and mimed pulling himself closer to us. He wrapped an arm around my waist and dipped me. My squeal of surprise vanished when he paused with his lips a breath from mine.
My pulse hammered in my veins and roared in my ears.
Ramsey cleared his throat. “I don’t think I could watch.” His tone was impossible to decipher.
“Never bothered you before.” Hunter righted me, taking his time before pulling away.
Ramsey grasped my fingers and tugged, to spin me into his arms. He gripped the back of my neck and held my gaze. “Watching definitely wouldn’t work for me. I’d have to participate.”
I was one hundred percent heat and desire. “If you’re not careful, I might think the two of you are serious.” My voice came out thicker and huskier than I intended.
“What do I have to do to convince you we are?” Ramsey asked.
My breath caught. Goddess, I could drown in that gaze.
