Hot Stuff: Chosen Book 6 Page 8

  "Did you get hurt? Is it recent?"

  "Yes, and no. I was hurt a long, long time ago. When I was six. So, in a way, the timing was kind of a blessing. I don't really remember a lot about having this hand, and I don't remember the pain." Shrugging, he continued to smile, as he quietly said, "I'm pretty sure I was meant to be a righty, though, because my handwriting is shit."

  That surprised a laugh out of me, and he joined in.

  "Bentley?"

  I turned my head, to find Marlow standing behind his brother inside the truck, a look of surprise on his gorgeous face.

  Again it struck me as funny that these two definitely looked alike, both exceptionally handsome and more than worthy to grace every sexy billboard add to exist, but they weren't even kind of hard to tell apart.

  Marlow's expression was open and confident. Bentley's was almost closed down, and clearly unsure. Marlow was outgoing and bold, giving as much or more than he got, his adorable brother was quiet and shy.

  Marlow glanced at me, a slightly confused, small smile ticking up the corners of his mouth. "Are you being haunted by the ghost of years past, Bent? Like the years before we were old enough to even make memories?"

  "Arry was just awkwardly gawking at my arm, and talking about dicks." Bentley giggled, and the sound made me smile.

  "I have something so inappropriate to say right now, but I'm going to resist." Glaring playfully, I pointed a finger at the man. "You're meaner than I originally thought."

  That only made him giggle more, and Marlow raised an eyebrow at me. "Please tell me you weren't about to bring up stump porn."

  Whatever face I made, must have been one for the record books, because both of them started laughing so hard, they had to lean on each other to not fall over.