conversation she wanted to be having. Kayla stood up and rubbed her hands together. “All right, what do you guys have to eat around this place?”
The partially opened cupboard on her right drew her attention. A bag of pasta was half in, half out. Typical bachelors, they just throw stuff in but never really bother to tidy up. Kayla fully opened the cupboard door and tilted her head to look at her friends. “Really, guys? Pasta, Kraft Dinner and beer…that’s all you brought for your weekend?” She walked over to the fridge and pulled open the door, expecting it to be empty. The sight of shelves filled with vegetables and fruit shocked her beyond belief. “Why do I feed you guys so often if you know how to cook?”
Chris shrugged. “I know how to cook, but why bother when you do it so well?” He flashed her a grin and his eyes glittered with amusement.
“Ha ha. Fine. Then let’s see what you can do.”
Chris pulled vegetables and cheese out of the fridge and tossed the ingredients onto the counter. “Jes, make yourself useful and chop those would you?”
Kayla’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her two best friends deftly moving around the kitchen. Who knew? Prepared to enjoy being waited on for once, she eased her butt onto the counter behind her and set her beer down at her side. “Now this I could get used to. From now on we take turns cooking.”
Jesse and Chris exchanged a look. “Damn, I guess it was only a matter of time before you caught on. Looks like our grocery bill is going to get bigger.”
She threw the tea towel that sat beside her at him and laughed when it hit him square in the face.
“Seriously, Kay, why do you always date such assholes?” Jesse asked her.
“I don’t.”
Chris scoffed and raised his eyebrow. “Come on, Kay. You know you have terrible taste in men.”
She heaved a sigh. That didn’t last long. “I don’t.” Even as the word slipped out of her mouth she knew it was a lie. The guys seemed nice when she first started dating them, but then something always seemed to happen to prove her wrong.
“Yeah you do. If you didn’t, you would have at least tried to date one of us,” Jesse joked.
Kayla took a gulp of her beer . If they only knew . Hoping to keep things light, she pasted on a sweet smile and batted her eyelashes. “But how would I have chosen which one of you to go after?”
Jesse winked at her. “Who says you’d have to choose?”
“Funny.”
Jesse glanced over at Chris. Kayla didn’t know what the look meant, but she didn’t want them teasing her like they always did. Tonight, after everything that happened, her defenses were not in place like she needed them to be.
The smell of onions and garlic sautéing filled the kitchen. With Chris and Jesse busy chopping vegetables, she jumped off the counter. “It looks like you guys are going to be a bit. I think I’m going to grab a shower. Any chance one of you has some sweats I can put on? I left mine at Matt’s cabin.”
“Don’t you have pajamas?” Chris asked.
“No, I didn’t think I’d need them.”
Chris mumbled something she didn’t hear and Kayla turned toward him. “What?”
“Nothing. Top drawer, second room on the left you’ll find some sweats.”
Kayla made her way down the hall, the sound of Jesse’s teasing voice and laughter following her. Yep, she was definitely glad she hadn’t stuck around to hear that.
* * * * *
“Kay, you almost done in there?” Jesse called through the bathroom door.
“Yep, I’ll be right out.” Well, it looked like she couldn’t hide any longer.
“We’re eating in the living room,” he yelled, moments before she heard him shuffle away from the door.
Kayla looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. She scanned her reflection. Her tank top rested a few inches above the rolled-up waistband of Chris’ sweats. The things were huge. The only way she could keep them up was to roll them several times. Thank God they had
The partially opened cupboard on her right drew her attention. A bag of pasta was half in, half out. Typical bachelors, they just throw stuff in but never really bother to tidy up. Kayla fully opened the cupboard door and tilted her head to look at her friends. “Really, guys? Pasta, Kraft Dinner and beer…that’s all you brought for your weekend?” She walked over to the fridge and pulled open the door, expecting it to be empty. The sight of shelves filled with vegetables and fruit shocked her beyond belief. “Why do I feed you guys so often if you know how to cook?”
Chris shrugged. “I know how to cook, but why bother when you do it so well?” He flashed her a grin and his eyes glittered with amusement.
“Ha ha. Fine. Then let’s see what you can do.”
Chris pulled vegetables and cheese out of the fridge and tossed the ingredients onto the counter. “Jes, make yourself useful and chop those would you?”
Kayla’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her two best friends deftly moving around the kitchen. Who knew? Prepared to enjoy being waited on for once, she eased her butt onto the counter behind her and set her beer down at her side. “Now this I could get used to. From now on we take turns cooking.”
Jesse and Chris exchanged a look. “Damn, I guess it was only a matter of time before you caught on. Looks like our grocery bill is going to get bigger.”
She threw the tea towel that sat beside her at him and laughed when it hit him square in the face.
“Seriously, Kay, why do you always date such assholes?” Jesse asked her.
“I don’t.”
Chris scoffed and raised his eyebrow. “Come on, Kay. You know you have terrible taste in men.”
She heaved a sigh. That didn’t last long. “I don’t.” Even as the word slipped out of her mouth she knew it was a lie. The guys seemed nice when she first started dating them, but then something always seemed to happen to prove her wrong.
“Yeah you do. If you didn’t, you would have at least tried to date one of us,” Jesse joked.
Kayla took a gulp of her beer . If they only knew . Hoping to keep things light, she pasted on a sweet smile and batted her eyelashes. “But how would I have chosen which one of you to go after?”
Jesse winked at her. “Who says you’d have to choose?”
“Funny.”
Jesse glanced over at Chris. Kayla didn’t know what the look meant, but she didn’t want them teasing her like they always did. Tonight, after everything that happened, her defenses were not in place like she needed them to be.
The smell of onions and garlic sautéing filled the kitchen. With Chris and Jesse busy chopping vegetables, she jumped off the counter. “It looks like you guys are going to be a bit. I think I’m going to grab a shower. Any chance one of you has some sweats I can put on? I left mine at Matt’s cabin.”
“Don’t you have pajamas?” Chris asked.
“No, I didn’t think I’d need them.”
Chris mumbled something she didn’t hear and Kayla turned toward him. “What?”
“Nothing. Top drawer, second room on the left you’ll find some sweats.”
Kayla made her way down the hall, the sound of Jesse’s teasing voice and laughter following her. Yep, she was definitely glad she hadn’t stuck around to hear that.
* * * * *
“Kay, you almost done in there?” Jesse called through the bathroom door.
“Yep, I’ll be right out.” Well, it looked like she couldn’t hide any longer.
“We’re eating in the living room,” he yelled, moments before she heard him shuffle away from the door.
Kayla looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. She scanned her reflection. Her tank top rested a few inches above the rolled-up waistband of Chris’ sweats. The things were huge. The only way she could keep them up was to roll them several times. Thank God they had
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