Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

eyeing my brothers. “Know anything about that?”
A break-in at the country club? I didn’t hear about that.
“I don’t know a thing,” Dallas replies. “We’ll keep an ear out, though.
Anything stolen?”
“Nothing,” Callum snaps back. “Strange, huh? Just the face of the
founder’s portrait scorched, even though there was a cash register and tons of
liquor on the premises.”
“Yeah, strange,” Army tells him. “We’ll keep our ears open.”
“Sure, you will.”
And I dart my eyes between the two groups of people, feeling like I’m
missing something. The Jaegers don’t keep the grounds at Fox Hill, nor do
any of them work there in any other capacity. They wouldn’t break in just to
defile a painting.
I’m not sure who would. Callum seems to know something I don’t,
though.
Liv sits back in her chair. “So, um…Callum here thinks Clay is sleeping
at our house tonight,” she announces, the truth about to slip off her delighted
little tongue as she beams. “He thinks she’s in bed with a Jaeger.”
Her brothers chuckle, and Trace approaches me, grabbing his crotch.
“Oh, come on, baby,” he coos down at me. “You know you own this.”
Ugh.
The Jaegers laugh again, because they know exactly where I’m sleeping
tonight, and I stare at Liv, shaking my head. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Oh, immensely.” She grins, her face flush with enjoyment as she speaks
to her brothers again. “I told him it was probably two of you.”
“Aw, why’d you have to go and tell him that?” Dallas teases.
She shrugs. “Everyone knows you and Iron are a team.”
“I guess our secret’s out, Dally,” Iron boasts, the brothers skimming their
palms together and ending with a fist bump.
But Army speaks up. “Why doesn’t anyone ever think it’s me?”
Liv grumbles, “Because baby-mamas are too much drama.”
I laugh to myself. Army is good-looking, but yeah… No one wants to
saddle that pony and be a stepmom.
“Maybe it’s Macon,” Iron adds.
I clench my teeth.
Liv nods. “Older man...”
“Experienced,” Trace taunts.