Dean: Up it to 15k. When will we find twins willing to do this again?

“Who said we’re willing,” I hissed, darting my gaze to Asher, whose eyes couldn’t be wider as he stared at the number.

I elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted. “Yeah, who said we’re willing? And isn’t he a cop? Is this a trap?”

Jay rolled his eyes like it was the most absurd thing anyone could say, then he took his phone back. “What should I tell him?”

“Tell him no!” The minute the words left my mouth, Asher slapped a hand over top of it.

“Tell him twenty K, and we’ll discuss it.”

“What?” I said from behind his hand. It came out muffled.

Jay’s hardened glare rested on my brother. Even though I couldn’t see Asher’s face, I knew their staredown was intense.

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Charming,” Jay said.

“Yeah? When are you going to ever find twins who are willing again?” My brother threw Dean’s words right back in his face.

“What he said,” I mumbled behind Asher’s hand. “So there.”

I must not have been audible because Jay frowned at me before returning his attention to Asher.

“Twenty?”

“And we’ll consider it.”

Jay ran his tongue along his teeth as he thought. Wait. He was thinking about it?

I pried Asher’s hand from my mouth. “What’s wrong, money bags? Too steep for ya?”

Jay pinned me with a facetious glare, and I gulped. “I think we can manage that. But if you agree to do it, and we’re paying that much, you’d better make it worthwhile.”

Bells clanged and banged inside my head. Sirens squealed. Lights flashed. My conscience screamed What the fuck are you doing? But instead, Jay, Asher, and I committed to a staredown.

Jay caved first, ducking his head to his phone. He typed and gnawed his lip. A few minutes later, he showed us the text conversation he was having with his husband.

Jay: 20k and they’ll consider.

Dean: WTF? That’s insane.

Jay: Identical twins. We’ll never get this offer again, and you know it.

Dean: Didn’t you say one was straight?

Jay: Yup. I’m guessing an ass virgin.

Dean: Mmm … I want to watch his first time taking a dick if we’re paying 20k

“Wait. What? H-hold on—” Asher reached out to grab Jay’s phone when he retracted it.

Lewis returned from the bathroom, effectively shutting us up. Jay stuffed his phone into his pocket. Charlotte and Aria stood, and dinner was officially done. No one cared that we were at a pivotal moment in our conversation with Jay.

Everyone rose and said their goodbyes except for Asher, who’d paled and looked like he was ready to vomit all over himself.