Trent stood, grabbed his breakfast plate and coke. “You and Lane. Both a couple whiney ass bitches. Lane I get. He’s not getting laid. You have no excuse.” Jacob sat back in his booth and flipped his brother the bird. Hell, if his brother went through the sex night Jacob had, he’d understand. Not everyone was cut out for Trent’s level of control. Trent shook his head. “Oh, yeah. That helps a lot. I’m going to eat breakfast in peace. When I’m done, try and have your head out of your ass so we can get to work.” “Fuck off.” Jacob thumped a fleck of paper from his straw across the table while Trent walked through the maze of tables and into the kitchen. A moment of peace wasn’t given to him though as Tonya approached in his wake. She stared down at him. His plate of biscuits and gravy and bacon was in her hands and held up in the air away from him. What now? He raised his brow at her and waited. After several seconds, she slid the plate on the table. “Rough night?”
