Why?
This house is technically where I live.
And I’m anHeir.
There is zero shame at all.
I walk right into the kitchen without a care in the world.
The smell of breakfast hits me like a sudden downpour.
Cullen sits at the counter with a cup of coffee.
Laz hurries around the kitchen, working on ten things at once.
Cullen grins at me and winks.
“Does he need help?” I ask, pointing to Laz.
“This guy lives for this,” Cullen says.
“Morning, Jaci Ruby,” Laz calls out.
He throws a small towel over his right shoulder, bends forward, and opens the oven.
“Motherfucker,” he growls. “They’re almost too beautiful to eat.”
He pulls out a tray of the biggest cinnamon rolls I’ve ever seen.
And the smell…
I bite my bottom lip at the smell.
I have an absolute insane thought right then too.
If I’m able to fool around with Cullen… and fool around with Archer… then why can’t I fool around with Laz too, right?
Just as long as he brings food!
That’s right, big boy, bring a cinnamon roll and your dick…
I almost burst out laughing as I force the thought away.
Cullen gets up and pours me some coffee.
We sit next to each other at the counter as Laz finishes making the massive breakfast.
The second he puts it on the counter, it’s like someone has opened the gates to a lion’s den.
The rest of theHeirscome rushing into the kitchen, each grabbing a plate, a ton of food, and then scattering away.
They’re all shirtless, ripped with muscles, messy bed head, and they all find something to argue about with Laz.
Just so much angry and sexy testosterone in one spot.
And I feel as though they can sense what happened with Cullen and me.
Not that it should matter to me at all. Which it mostly doesn’t.