I laughed. “Older brothers, remember?”
A wide grin spread on his face. “Remind me to thank them someday for raising you right, Angel.”
Rhys raked his hand through his unkempt hair. “Speaking of your brothers, I caught part of their show. They’re not bad.”
“Not bad?” I huffed indignantly.
Pink tinged his cheeks. “Well, you know what I meant…for light rockers.”
AJ bobbed his head. “Yeah, when they were introduced, I kinda expected some Jonas Brothers shit. But they’re actually hardcore for Christian rockers.”
Leaning my elbows on the table, I eyed AJ and Rhys. “My brothers are fantastic musicians! I mean, can you two play multiple instruments?”
“Well, no—” Rhys began.
I smirked at them before crossing my arms over my chest. “Although he’s probably the least musically inclined, Gabe is one hell of a drummer, and he can write a song like nobody’s business. Micah can play the guitar, bass, banjo, dulcimer, and piano, not to mention he has an amazing voice for harmonizing. And Eli—he plays the bass and the fiddle and sings too. Along with Gabe, they’ve been writing their own songs and composing their own music since they were ten.”
Rhys held his hands up in defeat. “I stand corrected, Angel. Your brothers are complete and total badasses!”
Jake flipped an omelet onto a plate and added, “And their sister is pretty hardcore too.”
I laughed. “Thank you—for all your compliments about the general badassery of my family’s DNA.”
After winking at me, Jake then shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. “I’d really rather have a Coke Zero if you have it.”
He ignored me as he poured two large glasses before handing me one. “OJ is better for you.”
Rhys shook his head. “Says the dude who has beer with his breakfast most days.”
“Shut up, douchebag.” Eyeing me, he then said, “You did pass out about thirty minutes ago from low blood sugar, remember?”
“You’re right.” I took a long swig of my orange juice, and I had to admit it was good. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Angel.”
I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Why do you all insist on calling me that?”
Jake motioned to my dress. “For one, you’re all decked out in white.”
“But it’s just a sundress.”
Balancing three plates, Jake then came over to the table and set down our omelets. “Second, you appeared out of nowhere like a fallen angel from the sky.”
“How poetic,” I snipped.
AJ grinned. “Not to mention, you’re a 180 from the girls who are usually on this bus.”
“Definitely,” Jake replied. Tilting his head, he pinned me with his stare. “And then you’ve got the most beautiful aura of light about you—pure and exquisite.”
I almost choked on my orange juice at the sincerity of his words. “Really?”
“Yeah, you do.” After plopping down across from me, Jake added, “And finally, you felt like absolute heaven pressed up against me in bed.”
And just like that, the perfect moment was shattered. “Please,” I muttered, grabbing my fork. When I bit into the omelet, I closed my eyes from the ecstasy my stomach experienced. “Wow, this is really good.”
“I’m good at a lot of things besides singing and playing the guitar,” Jake replied.
I popped one eye open to peer at him. “There’s some more lovely innuendo in there for me, isn’t there?”
Jake grinned as he took my glass to get me more orange juice. “Nope, I’m being a good boy.”
“I doubt that seriously.”
The table fell into silence as we all gobbled up our food. Brayden came out of the bedroom with a smile from ear to ear. “I guess by your expression your call went well?” I asked.
He beamed. “Melody said ‘dada’ today and blew kisses at me. She’s never done that before.”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” I replied.
Brayden’s expression darkened. “I just hate that it’s going to be two more weeks until I get to see them. Jude gets bigger and bigger every time I see him.”
“Maybe you should think about bringing them along on the tour again,” Jake suggested.
I stared at him in amazement. “You like kids?”
He gave me his signature smirk. “Of course I do. I especially like Jude and Melody. I also like having Lily around because she cooks for us and cleans.”
Brayden threw a napkin at Jake, hitting him in the face. “My wife is not your glorified cook and maid, douchebag.”