“It’s called the deli aisle,” Aidan said. “Also at the store.”

“Penny won’t let me have salami or dairy,” he said. “Says it makes me gassy. You should see the stuff in our fridge, it’s all green and ‘healthy’ shit that”—he used air quotes—“cleans our colon.”

Aidan grimaced. “That’s—”

“Disgusting,” Kenna filled in. “And let me perform a public service announcement here and tell you that you seriously overshare.” She stood up.

Gray pointed at her. “Stay.”

“Um, yeah, hi. My name is Kenna and I’m the boss of me. Not you.”

“Goddammit,” Gray said. “You’re not going back to your cave and holing up for another night.”

“Again,” she said icily, heading toward the door. “I call my own plays.”

“Hold up,” Aidan said, and snagged her hand before she could escape, pulling her around to face him. “What’s going on?”

Kenna gave him a pointed look that said, Ask Gray.

Behind her, Gray circled his finger around his ear—the universal sign for crazy.

Jesus. “I’m not playing kindergarten teacher today,” Aidan told them both. “Someone’s going to have to use their words.”

Gray stuffed three pieces of salami into his mouth all at once, and then let out a groan. “Oh, my God—this is the real deal, fully loaded with all the fat and everything. Damn, I almost forgot what I’ve been missing …” More groans and moans.

Aidan shook his head. “You sound like you’re starring in a Red Tube video.”

“That’s because this salami’s almost as good as sex,” Gray said, and the moment the words escaped he whipped around, clearly making sure Penny hadn’t shown up and overheard him comparing their sex life to salami.

Kenna shook her head. “You’re so whipped.” She tugged free from Aidan. “Okay, I’m out.”

“What’s the rush?” Aidan asked. Gray wasn’t the only one worried about her.

She sighed. “I’m not in the mood for another fight.”

Aidan slid a look in Gray’s direction. His brother’s jaw was doing that tightening thing it did when he was pissed and trying to control himself. “Seriously,” he said to them both. “What’s going on?”

“I’m tired,” Kenna said. “I just want to go to bed, but Gray here thinks I’m acting like an old lady and should hit the town.”

After her self-destruction last year she’d turned herself into a hermit. They’d been trying to work on that with her, but the truth was, they just wanted to fix her and she didn’t appear to be in all that big of a hurry to be fixed. “I could give you a ride,” he said casually. “Want to go get a drink?”

“Hell no,” she said. “The last time we had a drink, you tried to give me the sex talk.”