"What's the problem, babe?" Judd asked, climbing off the bike and caressing my cheek. "I feel underdressed. I look trashy." Glancing over my jeans, gray sweater, beige jacket, and tennis shoes, Judd frowned. "We're visiting the Johanssons, not the Rockefellers." Crossing my arms, I felt dirty like I needed a shower. I felt hideous and unworthy of every good thing in my life. Judd leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. "You know who's inside? Your big sis surrounded by loud stinky bikers. They're burping and stinking up the place and she's all alone, waiting for someone to save her." Grinning slightly, I still felt grumpy. Yet, Judd tugged me closer until I smiled up at him. "After we do this family crap where Cooper acts like I should give a shit what he thinks, we'll go back to my place and try out the hot tub. We might have to share it with one of my elderly neighbors. If it's Morty, he won't mind a little show." Laughing, I sighed. "I don't know why I get so pissy sometimes." Judd looked ready to answer then changed his mind. "Everyone gets pissy sometimes, babe. I almost did once too." "Almost?" "This close," he said, showing me his fingers. "It was so fucking close, but turned out, I was just hungry. Maybe that's your problem?" "Maybe." "Let's get you fed then."