The coffee aroma woke me, but it was the smell of toast and the sound of eggs being fried that had my stomach growling. Slipping out from under Cross’ arm, I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and slipped on a pair of lounge pants and a shirt before heading down the hallway.
My brother’s tattooed back greeted me first. His tattoos covered most of his body, and he twisted around, a glare on his face.
“I can’t handle this anymore, Bren.” He raised his spatula. “If Cross is going to live here, he needs to move downstairs. You know, where there’s two guestrooms? And a couch. Or, at the very least...” He focused his glare over my shoulder.
I had a second’s warning before a hand curved around my waist.
“At least wake up before I do and sneak back downstairs from now on? What do you say? Ca
