QUOTE : I’m sorry, but you didn’t make me promise not to worry.”<br /><br />With a big sigh, Jenna said, “Okay, but after this, you have to promise that, too.”<br /><br />“Deal,” Sara said, smirking.<br /><br />After seeing how much and how violently Jenna had been sick not all that many hours ago, Easy was sympathetic to Sara’s worrying.“I’ll clean up this stuff and give you all some privacy,” he said, reaching for the tray. <br /><br />“Thanks for getting dinner for us, Easy,” Jenna said. She looked at him with such gratitude and affection that it both set off a warm pressure in his chest and made him self-conscious—because he was acutely aware that Sara was observing them. She had to know that something was going on. Given how little he thought of himself sometimes, it wasn’t a big leap to imagine others would think the same. Just because Sara had seemed appreciative that he’d helped Jenna didn’t mean she’d approve of anything more. <br /><br />“You know, you set off a milk-shake-making party,” Becca said. <br /><br />Sara laughed. “Yeah. Shane made us shakes, then we took them over to the gym, and Nick was all jealous he didn’t have one.” <br /><br />Grinning, Becca rolled her eyes. “Which was hilarious because he didn’t even know they owned a blender.” <br /><br />Easy stood. “Well, I guess I’m glad I could provide such a valuable service.” He winked and looked at Jenna. “Need anything else while I’m downstairs?” <br /><br />Smiling, she shook her head. “Don’t think so, but thanks.” <br /><br />Easy made his way out of the room and back down to the Rixeys’, where he found all the guys in front of the big flat-screen TV—Nick and Marz kicking back in the recliners, Beckett and Shane sprawled on one couch, and Jeremy and Charlie on the other, with Eileen between them. It was dark in the room except for the flickering light of the screen. <br /><br />A round of greetings rose to meet him. <br /><br />“Sexual Chocolate!” Marz yelled over the others. <br /><br />Easy couldn’t help but smile as his gaze settled on the television, where the classic Eddie Murphy movie Coming to America was playing. One of Easy’s all-time favorites. He placed the tray on the counter, then turned and held his hands out. “Good morning, my neighbors!” he said, mimicking one of the prince’s lines. <br /><br />Right on cue, Marz said in a thick New York accent, “Hey, fuck you!” <br /><br />Easy could quote this movie all day. “Yes, yes! Fuck you, too!” <br /><br />The guys all chuckled, and Easy leaned his butt against the arm of the couch next to Jeremy and got sucked into the movie. Jeremy and Charlie made room for him, and it felt damn good to be with the guys. Not working, not stressed, not under fire. Just kicking back and shooting the shit.