I shrugged, keeping my finger under her chin. “I don’t know. It sounded good. I don’t care about Tabatha. I’m sorry. I don’t. I care about Jordan, and I care about you. That’s where my loyalty is, but you care about Tabatha, and if you want to be her friend, then we’ll step in and help.” I tugged her over, saying right as her mouth was an inch away. “Because guess what? We all give a damn about you.” My hand slid to cup the side of her face, my fingers spreading out, anchoring her. “You know that, right? You’re the glue.”

She blinked, her face twitching in my hand, and then I swept in.

My lips touched hers, and it was right. It was always right when I kissed Bren.

Always right. Always perfect. Always home.

I angled my head, deepening the kiss, and I didn’t give a fuck who was watching.

I was behind Bren’s truck, both of us sitting at a stoplight. Her taillights were flooding my vision when my phone rang.

Glancing down, Blaise calling. I cursed and then hit accept.

“What?”

He cursed on his end. “In a mood? About to fuck your woman?”

Another curse and I was trying to strangle my steering wheel. “Not the time, dickhead.”

He laughed from his end. “It’s always the time to piss you off.”

“You want to go? Another round?”

His response was instant. “Yeah!” And I should’ve known.

Blaise was the one who liked inciting me, not the other way around. He followed up what he said. I hadn’t known my brother to bluff, but then again, I’d only known him a short time.

The light turned green and Bren’s taillights switched. She eased forward. I followed behind.

“We’re almost home. What do you want?”

“Zeke called. He’s pissed. Your girl talked to Tabatha?”

“Zeke’s got no right to be pissed, and also, why the fuck do I care about that dick?”

“I’m not saying you should. Stop putting your issues on me. We all have our own different battles. Pissing Zeke off is no skin off my nose. I’m happy to send him your way. I’ll bring the popcorn.”

An ugly laugh ripped from me, deep in my throat. “Yeah. And you and I both know that if your best friend actually went against us, you would wade into the fight. You’d take over the fight for him. You know it. I know it. Zeke knows it.”

“Yeah. Maybe. But I’d still have fun getting everyone riled up in the process.”

Another laugh, this one not as ugly because he would enjoy it.

“Bren covered for you. She said you actually never said anything.”