Page 263 of Barinov

I crack the door open and find Bella and Lex curled together beneath the comforter. Both of them are gloriously naked.

Bella peeks one eye open. “Morning.”

“What,” I rasp, rubbing my temples, “the fuck happened?”

Lex immediately begins cackling. “Oh, babe.”

“Don’t,” Bella groans, rolling off his chest and onto her back.

“No, this is too good.”

Lex stretches before propping himself up on one elbow.

“You all were passing around that damn moonshine like it was water.”

Bella drags the comforter over her face.

“And while I was busy fucking the absolute life out of both of you…”

She smacks him through the comforter. “Lex.”

“…you two apparently started getting queasy.”

He shrugs.

“You disappeared,” Bella mumbles.

“I woke up, hugging the toilet.”

“Tracks.” Lex loses it.

“I’m never drinking again,” Bella mutters, rolling over and shoving her forehead into the pillow.

“Heard that before,” Lex laughs, smacking her in the bare ass.

Still trying to piece together whatever disaster unfolded, the three of us wander into the family room. The smell of bacon and coffee spreads through the house from the open kitchen.

Everyone looks like death.

Except Ty.

He’s standing at the stove in gym shorts and a backwards hat, whisking eggs like he didn’t drink enough alcohol last night to kill a horse.

A tall, tatted, muscular Russian with blinding white hair is asleep on the couch.

“Rez?”

He opens his icy-teal eyes. “Cade.”

“When’d you get here?”

Rez yawns. “About the second chorus of you and Bells doing a shitty-ass rendition of what I think was supposed to be Taylor Swift on karaoke out on the deck.”

“What?”

“It was epic,” Knox says, handing me a mug of coffee.

“Thank God Cal and August were stuck at Whitmore Holdings, beginning their internships and didn’t witness—”