The Bromance Book Club (Bromance Book Club, #1)

by Lyssa Kay Adams

A third man suddenly walked in, and this time Gavin recognized him. It was one of his teammates, Yan Feliciano. “Como es el?” How is he? Gavin understood that. Holy shit, he could speak Spanish when he was drunk. Del shook his head. “He’s about one shot away from listening to Ed Sheeran.” Gavin hiccupped. “No me gusta Ed Sheeran.”

Nessa cleared her throat. “Mack, it’s too early for your brand of charm. Why don’t you go out back and help the men?” Braden stroked Thea’s wrist with his thumb. “They need advice about women?” “No, they’re trying to fry a turkey.” Braden dropped the act and Thea’s hand. “Oh, shit.” He took off through the back door.

“I think I’m going crazy. I keep hearing a British accent in my head telling me to say and do things.” “It happens to all of us eventually,” Mack said. Gavin lifted his head to see if he was joking. Mack’s expression suggested he wasn’t. “You hear the voice too?” “It’s your subconscious,” Malcolm said. “At some point in this process, every one of us has had to fight a British aristocrat in our brain that identifies things we would otherwise prefer to ignore.” Perhaps because you left her long before that, you lily-livered bastard. “So I should listen to him?” “Unless he starts telling you to kill people, yeah,” Del said.

Liv moved into the room and immediately spotted the take-out container. “Who ate my Chinese food?” Gavin pointed at Mack. Who had gone strangely still. He stared at Liv with wide eyes. Like, wide eyes. “Hi,” he said stupidly. “I’m, I’m Braden.” Liv shot him a glare that could have ignited a brush fire, and then she stomped toward the kitchen. In her wake, she left an unnatural, disbelieving silence, like the kind after a streaker runs naked across the outfield. A woman had just walked away from Braden-Fucking-Mack. “Never thought I’d see that,” Malcolm said in his calm baritone. “I feel like we just witnessed Jesus appear in a piece of toast,” Del said.