“That’s still not a healthy breakfast,” Wolfe grumbled. “And aren’t I always your favorite?”
The three of them stared at him. “Was that a joke?” Aleki said in a half-whisper.
“I’m not sure,” Caleb drawled. “Maybe he’s serious.”
Wolfe glared at them both.
“Wolfe is my favorite because he didn’t pay any attention to Miss Boobs.”
“What?” Caleb frowned. “You mean Marilyn?”
“We weren’t checking her boobs out,” Aleki defended himself.
“She was flirting with you both. And neither of you discouraged her. She rubbed her ass against you,” she said to Caleb.
Wolfe scowled. “You were looking at another woman when our bride is sitting right here?”
“Don’t call me that.” She wasn’t comfortable being referred to as their bride.
“But I’m your favorite,” Wolfe said.
“You were. Until you tried to take my coffee away.”
“You shouldn’t have too much caffeine. It will keep you awake.”
“It will keep me sane. I could use a bit of sane right now.” Seemed like they were bleeding it out of her.
“Baby,” Caleb said gently. “We’re not interested in Marilyn.”
“There’s only one woman for us and there only ever has been,” Aleki added.
She stared down at her hands. She knew they hadn’t truly been flirting. She just felt so inadequate in front of the other woman. How was she supposed to hold the attention of three gorgeous, sexy men?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know jealousy isn’t an attractive quality. It’s just that she’s gorgeous. She looks like she stepped straight out of a Miss America pageant. While I . . . well, I guess if there was a stringbean competition I might win, right?” She tried to laugh, but it failed as she saw the three scowling faces looking back at her.
She swallowed heavily. Uh-oh.
“Caleb,” Wolfe warned.
“I got this.” Caleb reached over and undid her seatbelt then pulled her onto his lap. “Seems we need to go over a few rules.”
“Rules?” She squeaked.
“Uh-huh. We’re fond of rules. And consequences if they’re broken.”
“Consequences?”
“Yeah, consequences,” Wolfe growled. “As in, that’s the third time you’ve put yourself down in front of us. So your consequences have just become more severe.”
“Severe?” She gulped.
“Yep, your bottom is going to be hot and sore by the time we’re finished,” Wolfe told her.
“What is your obsession with my bottom?” she grumbled as she clenched her cheeks together.
“Can’t blame him,” Ale
ki told her easily, although his eyes were hard, firm. “It’s a class-A ass.”