Ronnie’s hand smoothed to a stop in the middle of Court’s back. It rested there, heavy and welcome, as if holding him in place. Scooting closer, Ronnie kissed the tip of Court’s nose, then said, “I gave them to Adam.”
Court stiffened. “What? Why?”
“He asked if I had any.” Ronnie shrugged, settling closer to Court. “You don’t honestly think he and Bree just sleep in their tent, do you? You weren’t using them.”
“Not then,” Court admitted, “but now I wish I had them.”
Ronnie grinned mischievously. “Do you want me to go ask for them back?”
“No! God!” Court cried.
Ronnie smirked, and Court shifted his arms to dislodge his friend. But Ronnie simply raised his head to avoid getting elbowed in the neck, then set it back on Court’s arm. “I’ll find more,” he said, and he started rubbing Court’s back again. “I’m going to take another run over to that neighborhood tomorrow to see if I can’t get those ATVs started, anyway. I’ll see if I can’t find a box of Trojans while I’m at it.”