It was difficult to get a good night's sleep or even a nap when you lived with four men. Somebody was always making a ruckus. I glanced at the clock and yawned, figuring since it was already dinnertime, and I'd napped for two-hours, I'd probably never fall asleep when midnight rolled around. Maybe Kyler would take me for a run in the forest and wear me out.
I slipped into a tee-shirt and pair of shorts and headed into the other room where the guys were sitting around the kitchen table, eating dinner without me, stuffing their faces as if it were their last meal.
"Oliver whipped up some kind of chicken dinner. The broccoli sucks ass but the chicken is perfect." Dash shoveled another bite into his mouth. "Kyler tried his hand at an apple pie, but I'm guessing it sucks ass too."
"Then you cook dinner next time," Oliver replied. He got up from the table and made me a plate. I almost told him to hold the broccoli, but I knew there was a good chance Dash was lying.