The Naughty List by Jodi Redford Page A

didn’t you?” Just like with Bram, subtlety wasn’t exactly Jana’s strong suit.
    “Uh…”
    “Oh my God. You did .” Jana hopped down from the desk and plunked her hands on her hips, her expression accusing. “Were you intending to keep this juicy secret all to yourself?”
    “Yeah, pretty much.”
    Jana didn’t appear mollified by the admission. “Why?”
    “Hello. One of the men in question is your brother. Kind of weird.”
    “Good point.” Giving a twitch of her nose, Jana returned to her previous perch. “But as long as you keep the details about Bram to a minimum, I still want to hear the whole dirty scoop.” Jana’s eyes twinkled with conspiratorial glee. “Okay, I’ve gotta ask it. Does Ry have a huge cock? Because I swear to God, it looks like he’s packing a bratwurst down there. Or maybe a chub of bologna.”
    As familiar as she was with Jana’s typical train of thought, Lacey still choked on a cough. “I can’t believe you just compared a dick to packaged meat.”
    Jana’s smile was less than angelic. “Can I help it that I like my meat metaphors?”
    Lacey opened her mouth to comment just as her cell phone shrilled the opening bars of the I Love Lucy theme song—the ringtone for Lacey’s mom. She shot Jana an apologetic glance. “Sorry, I’ve got to get this.” Clicking the Talk button, she snugged the phone between her ear and shoulder while she dumped her purse onto the top of her desk. “Hey, Mom. Did you and Dad get the package I sent down there yet?”
    A snicker came from Jana. “You said package.”
    Ignoring her friend’s adolescent humor, Lacey listened to her mom’s assurance that FedEx had indeed delivered the box of presents, as well as Lucy McGuire’s insistence that not one of them would be opened until Lacey flew down to join them for a post-holiday celebration after the new year. Lacey’s parents were just one of the many snowbirds who abandoned Michigan at the first sign of snow, not to return until the temps became hospitable again in late spring. Much as Lacey missed not getting to spend Christmas with them, this time of the season was too hectic to take off to Florida for even a couple of days, much less a week.
    The phone conversation shifted gears slightly as Lacey’s mom inquired how everything was going at the Dockside. When asked how Ry and Bram were doing, Lacey blushed. She’d known the question was coming since her mom adored both men and tended to treat them as her surrogate sons, but Lacey couldn’t help worrying that some hidden tone in her voice would give away the fact that she was involved in a kinky threesome with Ry and Bram.
    Sheesh. Paranoid much? “Um, they’re good. Everyone’s good.” Oh God, I’m repeating myself. Like that’s not suspicious at all. “What did they get me for Christmas?” The best sex ever. Her cheeks combusting, she slashed her gaze toward Jana and noticed the younger woman’s smirk. “I don’t know, Mom. They’re keeping it a surprise until the big day. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but I was about to head out. How about I give you a call later tonight so we can chat longer? Great, it’s a plan. Love to you and Dad too.” She jabbed the disconnect button and groaned. “Please tell me I sounded halfway normal during that conversation.”
    “Yep, you handled it like a pro.” Jana cocked her head to the side, her expression thoughtful. “So I take it your folks didn’t get your accidental email?”
    “No, thank God.” Lacey scrubbed her hands over her face. “I never thought I’d actually be grateful for my parents’ stubborn decision not to join the twenty-first century and get a computer.”
    Jana’s scrutiny continued to bore into Lacey. She wiggled in her seat, feeling uncomfortably like a bug under a microscope. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I’m just wondering if you have any intention of telling anyone about what’s going on with you, Ry and Bram.”
    She gaped