The glass paused briefly before Lacey took a sip. Shayne met her gaze, an eyebrow rising up and down while his foot rested between her thighs. One of her legs was hooked over his. He didn’t bother to lower his foot when Todd dropped down beside him though he felt a little nervous. Shit, fifteen minutes ago he had not only seen Lacey’s bra but his hand had been under it too while they had made out like a couple of horny teenagers. “It’s a gift.” She lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. Apparently word on the floor had left out the whole flashing part. Todd picked one of the chips out, one not covered in congealed cheese. “Hear you got a pretty bra too.” This time Lacey coughed, choking on her beer. A pretty blush spread over her cheeks and she focused on her beer instead of her brother. When Todd looked at him with narrowed eyes, Shayne nodded. “It’s a pretty bra. What can I say? Don’t look at me like that, dude. She’s your sister, flashing her bits all around your bar.
