“Your father is going to kill me,” Jonathan announced as Mikey laid there, trying to push the large jerk that had helped himself to her Kindle off her back, but he simply adjusted his legs with a satisfied sigh and pinned her to the couch.
“For what?” she asked, really wishing the men in this family learned to get to the point. It would really save her a lot of wasted time, she thought with a groan as she tried to reach back and shove Sebastian’s legs off only to give up with another groan.
“This and that,” Jonathan said absently as he rubbed the back of his neck while he shot the back door a look that she was becoming very familiar with.
“What did you do?” she demanded with a glare as she reached down and picked her baseball off the floor so that she could roll it between her hands as she waited to find out what her favorite cousin had done now.