Page 57 of Their Wicked Ways
“For anyone else, probably, but Ben doesn’t answer texts during the day. He says it messes with his flow.” Ezra put the phone to his ear. “So if you want to talk to him, you have to call him or wait until he’s done for the night.”
“You sure you want to do this?” Quinn asked me. “I feel like I’m supposed to say something responsible right now.”
“I’m sure. I’ve wanted one for years,” I assured him. “I’m bad with impulse control, but this isn’t one of those times.”
He raked a hand through his messy hair. “I figured. Being the boss is weird. I have no idea if I’m supposed to be the adult all the time or not.”
“You’re pretty much the only adult here,” Wes quipped. “The rest of us are just cosplaying it.”
Quinn chuckled. “Trust me when I say I’m cosplaying too.”
“Must be those acting chops.” River tossed a bottle cap at Quinn.
He caught it and tossed it back. “Probably.”
River caught the cap and screwed it back onto his bottle.
“What time do you have to be at work?” Ezra asked me, his hand over the bottom of his phone.
“Eight-thirty.”
He nodded and spoke into the phone, his voice soft enough I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Gray slipped on a backward ball cap. “I doubt I’m ever going to feel like an adult. I’m always going to be that guy going ‘What would a grown-up do?’ every time something happens and I have to deal with it.”
“I like to think ‘What would Quinn do?’ when I have those moments.” Zane slammed the tailgate of Noah’s truck closed.
“Good thing you guys don’t see what goes on in my head and only see my actions.” He chuckled. “I’m the king of mental flailing.”
“Mental flailing?” I asked. “Is that when your brain is spinning a million miles an hour, but you look like you’ve got your shit together?”
“Pretty much.”
“Better than outward flailing, which is what I’m good at,” I said.
“Hard same.” Gray leaned against his car.
“I mean, just tag me next time.” River paused. “Does that saying work when you’re talking?”
“Not really, but we all knew what you meant.” Zane bumped his brother’s shoulder.
“He can fit you in at closing,” Ezra said. “You’ll have enough time to get to work after. You want the spot?”
“Hell yeah.”
He grinned and said something into the phone.
“We still hitting the gym?” Gray asked River and Zane.
They nodded.
“Want to head out?” Gray asked.
“Probably should.” Zane glanced at Noah. “See ya when we’re done?”
Noah nodded and pecked a quick kiss against Zane’s lips.
I looked back down at my phone and checked out the studio’s website as the guys discussed their plans. The flashy colors and the multitude of photos showcasing their work reassured me they were as good as Zane, and now Ez, said.