A Stealthy Situation (Franklin U 2)

BENNETT

I cruise through the party, marveling again at how easily we’re able to pull something like this together. The house is full, and we only opened the doors ten minutes ago, but I can pick out my brothers by the random hoots and hollers coming from various rooms. It’s gotten clammy inside with all the body heat filling the space, so I’ve taken off my shirt and tucked it in my shorts—it has nothing to do with wanting Harrison to see my abs the second he steps into the house.

“Dude, Devon is about to start a fire in the kitchen,” Holmes says, almost knocking me over. “He dumped a whole bag of potato chips, MMs, and toffee into a dish and covered it in whipped cream. No fucking clue why he’s putting it in the oven, but he’s drunk off his tits already.”

Motherfucker. Given I decided to stop at two drinks, I’m probably the most sober one here, which means it’s on me to put a stop to the house burning down. That would be a fast way to end the party before Harrison even got here.