I’m so deep in my latest favorite read that the knock on my bedroom door startles me. I’ve been up here all day. Glad nobody has bothered me since that strange conversation earlier before the guys left the house. I took advantage of that at the time, going down to grab something to eat when nobody was around to bug me. That was hours ago, and now it’s dark outside the bedroom window. Time sometimes slips away when I’m deep in a story, and that clearly happened today.

My heart sinks as I slide back into reality. There’s another knock, louder this time. “Did you fall asleep in there?” Colt barks.

And if I did? Would that be a crime? “No. Just busy.”

“If you’re hungry, come on down. We brought dinner back.”

Immediately, I feel defensive. They brought dinner, and they’re going out of their way to get me to come down to eat with them? There’s got to be something else going on. “I’m not hungry right now.”

Since it doesn’t seem like he’s going to go anywhere, I get off the bed and go to the door. He’s wearing a pretty neutral expression when I look up at him, but I’m not fooled by that. “Come on,” he grunts. “It’s just dinner. Figured you might want to eat at a normal time instead of waiting until the middle of the night.”

I wish I could trust him, either of them.

“Last time, it was just a party.” I make air quotations with my fingers in front of his face. “And you ended up forcing me to suck your brother’s dick.”

“I made you come too. Don’t forget that part.”

“I’d like to forget that whole night, actually. We don’t always get what we want. Which is happening to you right now because I’m not coming down for dinner.”

What the fuck are they up to this time?

“All right, let me rephrase the question.” Colt raises his hands and mirrors my air quotations as he speaks. “Get your ass downstairs. We are having dinner together like a fucking family.”

My molars grind together so violently that there is a one in three chance I’m about to crack a tooth. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I grit through my teeth. Fucking asshole.

It’s almost surprising when he doesn’t demand I follow him right away. He only saunters off, hands in his pockets.

What are they doing? There has to be something behind this. I hate how paranoid I’ve become, but I have to be. Not that it’s ever gotten me very far, though.