“Bet she’d like it.” Quinn doesn’t even flinch.

“Bet she’d kill you.” I grab a piece of bacon.

“Didn’t kill me last time.” Ambrose winks over at me.

I throw my bacon at him. “Not funny.”

“No, it wasn’t.” He’s serious.

Quinn takes a deep breath and then exhales, and looks away. “So it’s like this now, is it? God’s clearly punishing us.”

“I think of it as a reward.” Ambrose tosses a piece of bacon on the table in front of me. “Want more scraps?”

I jump to my feet. “Want me to strangle you?”

He licks his lips, then bites his bottom. “Yes. Please.”

Quinn curses under his breath.

And because I eat boys like these guys for every meal or in my head think so, I lean in and shove a piece of bacon in Ambrose’s mouth, then tear the last part away from his mouth and chew.

His eyes widen.

Quinn dies laughing.

I keep chewing and then whisper in his ear. “I’ll find some rope.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ambrose

I gulp and look away, all thoughts of bacon completely gone, while Quinn’s smart smirk calls me out; the guy doesn’t even need words.

I have to fix the tension.

Fix the situation.

Fix the knot in my gut and the pressure in my chest as my brain tells my body we’re all the three of us completely alone.

And it’s the weekend, so really there are so many options, aren’t there? Unfortunately.

Luckily, it’s Quinn that speaks up first. “Well, on that note, I think I’ll leave each of you in capable hands.” He nods. “Then again, you don’t really have adult supervision, so make sure you don’t get the cops called on you or burn the house down or whatever; I don’t even know why I’m saying all this.” He stares me down. “It’s you.”

“It’s me.” I agree.

He shakes his head. “The perfect super responsible…” He takes a step toward me. “…Ambrose.”

My breath legit catches in my chest as he looks me up and down, then over at B. “Have fun, kids. Find someone else for bail money; I’m gonna be out this afternoon fixing my Jeep.”

“Wait.” I grab his arm. “What happened to He-Man?”

“He-man?” MB repeats. “What the hell is a He-Man?”

“Childhood dream.” Quinn points his key fob at her. “Back off, I wanted to be a badass superhero, so I named my car after the best one of all time.”

B snorts out a laugh and crosses her arm. “Are you forgetting Iron Man? Mr. Fantastic? Captain America? How can you even call yourself a fan of comics if you don’t at least mention Charles Xavier!”

I do a double take, she’s literally pissed about this, and it’s probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Hell, she mentioned Xavier.

I’m so dead.

I love X-men.

Fucking got drunk one time and yelled, “I’m Wolverine, bitches.” And proceeded to grab straws and hold them between my fingers like I had claws.