A Secret for a Secret (All In, #3)

by Helena Hunting

“Keep calling me Shippy, and I’ll tell you all about your sister’s favorite positions in the bedroom,” Bishop mutters as he takes the seat across from Rook. Rook half chokes on his sausage link, and Chase, one of our teammates, who’s sitting on his other side, gives him a couple of slaps on the back. He waves his hand away and shoots a glare at Bishop. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch your mouth and have some respect. That’s someone’s daughter.” “Take it easy, King. It’s not like we’d actually say that to her face,” Foley says.

“How far down does it go, King?” “I, uh . . . it’s not . . . it doesn’t go too far,” I stammer, and then I glance over at Jake, who legitimately looks like he’s going to murder me.

“Lock the Boy Scout in the closet and let yourself off your leash, King.”

“I already warned you once, Slater: do not disrespect Queenie, or we’ll be having more than words,” I hiss. He throws his head back and laughs. “Do you even know how to throw a punch?” “You looking to find out?”

“He’s disrespecting Queenie.” “He disrespects his own mother every goddamn day just by existing. Still not worth damaging your hands over.”

“Are you, like, missionary only?” “Pardon?” “Positions. Do you have more than one you like?” I meet my best friend’s questioning gaze and consider how much information I want to give him about my private, personal life. “I can appreciate all views.” His eyebrows climb into his hairline. “I thought I knew you.”

“I’m not messed up,” Kingston says. “Dude, you drink more milk than infants do, and your entire wardrobe consists of khakis and polos. That’s not normal.”