“You’re going down, Lincoln Log,” I say, playing off the nerves. “You wish I was, Shortcake.” He winks before he starts off toward the cornhole setup. I freeze in place, and my jaw falls open. Everyone around me also stands frozen, and my brothers look downright murderous over the words that just came out of his mouth. He did not just say that out loud. Logan turns around and makes eye contact with everyone in the group. “Oh please,” he rebuts. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, like… she wishes we were going down. Not.” He stops his rambling and groans. “You all have dirty fucking minds.”
