Grim Offerings (Aisling Grimlock Book 2) by Amanda M. Lee

murderous intentions rolling through his mind.
    “What’s going on?” Jerry asked, pushing past Aidan. When he saw Griffin and me on the couch – our clothes strewn about the floor – he wasn’t nearly as bothered as Aidan. “It looks like you two had a good evening.”
    “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until later?”
    “Yes, well, Aidan says I’m an embarrassment in a sports bar,” Jerry said. “You know me; I don’t ever want to stay where I’m not wanted.”
    “I get that.”
    Griffin shifted next to me, making sure the blanket covered both of our naked bodies, and then fixed Jerry and Aidan with a blasé look. “How was your night otherwise?”
    “Fine,” Jerry said. “How was your night?”
    “It was a lot better five minutes ago.”
    I studied Aidan. “What’s wrong with you?”
    “I think I’m having a stroke. I’m just waiting for my head to implode. I’m kind of curious which one of you will be responsible for absorbing my soul.”
    “Something tells me you’ll live,” Griffin said. “Hey, Jerry, can you hand me my boxer shorts?”
    Jerry retrieved them from the floor, looking them over before he relinquished them. “The paisley is a nice pattern.”
    “Um … thanks.”
    Griffin slid into his boxer shorts and then propped himself up on his elbow. “Are you two just going to stand there staring?”
    “I’m trying to decide where to hide your body,” Aidan said.
    “Well, can you do that in the other room?”
    “Why?”
    “Because Aisling needs to get dressed.”
    “Oh, that’s okay,” Jerry said, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve seen her naked more times than you have.”
    Griffin lifted an eyebrow.
    “He’s gay,” I said.
    “Still … .”
    “I don’t want to see her naked,” Aidan said.
    “Then go in the other room.”
    “You go in the other room.”
    “I’ve already seen her naked,” Griffin said. “I’m hoping to see her again in a few minutes.”
    “That’s it … you’re banned from the townhouse.”
    “Whatever,” Griffin grumbled. “You’re becoming increasingly unhinged.”
    He had a point. I’d never see Aidan so … flummoxed. “Seriously. It’s fine.” I pointed to the floor. “Hand me my panties.”
    “I’m not touching your panties!”
    “Oh, good grief,” Jerry said. He leaned down and scooped up the flimsy black patch of fabric, tossing it to me haphazardly after looking it over briefly. “You shouldn’t wear a thong, Bug. They cut you funny. You should wear those cute little panties I pointed out at Victoria’s Secret last week. They would look much better on your figure.”
    Griffin shook his head. “You go underwear shopping together?”
    “That’s what best friends do,” I said, fumbling under the covers to pull my panties back into place. “Can someone hand me my bra?”
    “Where is it?” Jerry asked, scanning the floor.
    “I don’t … oh, it’s on the table over there. I guess it kind of … flew.”
    “Aidan, it’s by you,” Griffin said. “Can you please hand your sister her bra?”
    Aidan glanced at the lacy material next to him, then up at me. He opened his mouth, and then snapped it shut. “I can’t look at you ever again.” He stalked toward Jerry’s bedroom. “You’ve completely ruined my sister!”
    Once the door slammed, Jerry reclined on the couch. “Does anyone want to watch The Golden Girls ? He’s going to be in there pouting for hours and I can’t deal with any more drama tonight.”
    “What happened?”
    “Oh, you make one little comment about how you always wanted to wear a cheerleading uniform and men just … flip out. It’s just so ridiculous.”
    “Poor Jerry.”
    “So, where did we land on The Golden Girls ?”
    “We’re going to bed,” Griffin said. “And I don’t care if you’ve seen her naked before, look the other way until we’re in the bedroom.”
    “Fine,” Jerry said. “You don’t have to be such a prude,