Moving my hand to cover Luke’s ear, I lean toward Rhett. “Watch it, Eaton. I know where you live.” “Yeah? What are you going to do? Come over and drink a bottle of champagne on my back deck? Braid your hair and have a pillow fight with Summer?” “I’ll braid your hair. Then I’ll cut the braid off and wear it as a necklace for you mocking me.”
