Page 5 of Beautiful Unity
With that, she shut the door, and the three of us stood frozen for a second before rushing to the thin door between us.
“Not gonna happen, baby.”
“Are you sure I can’t convince you? We can be careful. We’re miles away from any club.”
“Careful and you aren’t two words I’d put together. It’s too risky.”
“What if we changed our appearance? I could wear a hat!”
“Even with a hat, you’re still the most gorgeous woman in the room, baby.”
“Aww, who knew Bubba was so sweet,” Grayson whispered.
“I don’t think she’s gonna convince him,” Brooks said.
“She will,” Grayson and I said at the same time.
The next second, a deep moan sounded through the door, and I slapped the other two men on the shoulder, and we stepped away. While we shared a girlfriend, it was only polite to listen when you were invited.
“I call dibs on the bathroom,” Grayson said, hurrying to the door.
“I can’t tell if he’s gonna shit or do his hair,” I mumbled.
“Probably both.” Brooks laughed.
“I heard that!” Grayson shouted but didn’t deny either. I wouldn’t tell him, but the guy’s hair products were top-notch. My hair hadn’t ever felt this soft before.
Brooks washed his hands at the sink that was conveniently located separately from the toilet. He spat out the blood and rinsed his mouth. I joined him, checking out my red knuckles and bruised jaw.
“You got me good,” I said, pointing to the bruise already forming.
Brooks grimaced, but I shook my head. “I know you’re not a natural fighter, but own the punches you land.” He nodded, shifting his shoulders back a little higher.
The sounds through the door grew louder, so I pulled off the shirt I’d been wearing and changed into a clean one. I only had one left before I needed to do laundry or buy more. When it was just me on the road, I hadn’t cared how bad I stunk, but now that there was Darcie to consider, I didn’t want to run her off with my stench.
Brooks also changed, pulling on a pair of cowboy boots and his cowboy hat, completely changing his look. I considered what Darcie had said about changing our appearance and realized it wasn’t a bad idea. Add in I got to fuck with Grayson, and I was really on board with the idea.
Pulling off the T-shirt, I laid it on Grayson’s bag and pulled out a button-up shirt from his. It was pink, and I almost put it back, but imagining the look he’d give me won out. Brooks laughed quietly when he realized what I was doing. The buttons took more effort than I’d anticipated, and the material stretched tight across my muscles. I had to roll up the sleeves because the arms were too short, and I left the top button undone.
“What the hell?” Grayson asked when he stepped out of the bathroom.
“Darce said to go in disguise so I’m going as you.”
Grayson glared, his jaw ticking, and I waited for him to blow up on me. Surprisingly, he shifted his head, assessing me like a lab rat.
“Fine. But you owe me a new shirt. No way I’ll be able to wear it after you’ve stretched it out with your muscles.” He walked over to the sink and pulled out something from his Dap kit. “And use this. I know you like it.”
He tossed me some hair gel, smirking at my look of shock. I fingered some into my short strands, fixing it differently. Now, I really didn’t recognize myself. Grayson opted for one of Brooks’ shirts instead of mine. It was plaid and had cutout arms, and, after several deep breaths, placed a baseball cap on his head, effectively flattening his hair. I was almost sorry for the guy at how cut up he seemed about it.
The door between the rooms opened before I could tease him about it—I might feel for him, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him mercilessly. Darcie walked in and stopped, taking us all in. She rubbed her palms together eagerly and smiled.
“You so understood the assignment. See, Waylon. No one will know us.”
Bubba huffed, his ginger beard on full display as he took us in. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans, his tattooed arms on display. He looked the same as he did every day. I didn’t think Bubba could look any other way.
“You could—” Grayson started.
“Nope.” Bubba shook his head, stopping that train.