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“I can hear you talking about… well, men.” Will chimes.

“Good day, Will,” I say, moving over to give him a hug. He’s just slightly shorter than my brother, by like maybe an inch, but just as muscular.

Callum walks up behind me with his hand on my lower back and greets Beckett and Will with a handshake. “Beckett, Will. Glad to see you again.”

“Callum,” they both say in unison.

“Beckett! You handsome devil. Ooh-wee, you two boys clean up nice,” Betty says, walking over with a short, gray-haired man behind her. She’s wearing a black dress with black and gold sequins, while the man, I assume, is her husband, is wearing a nice black suit. The pants are about an inch too long and bundle just around his shoes.

“Betty! You sassy minx!” Lizzy shouts, throwing her arms in the air, walking over to give her a hug.

“Hello deary. You look absolutely radiant and Everlee, darling. Looking beautiful.” She pulls her head to the side, like she’s looking around me, then pumps her eyebrows before clawing the air. Yes. It’s a tight dress! But it makes my ass look fantastic. So…

Betty continues, “This is my husband Gerald,” she says, patting him on the chest.

Gerald waves meekly at the group. He’s very much a small personality compared to Betty’s boisterous and unexpectedly large one.

“Nice to meet you,” the collective group says.

Callum rubs his fingers down my arm and excuses himself briefly from the group. Butterflies swirl in my stomach as I watch him walk over to Jax and Knox. Three of my men looking so devilishly handsome.

“I picked up your fine-looking brother and his beau today at the airport,” Betty explains.

“You did?”

“I did.” She nods, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“She gave me her card when we were here a few weeks ago, so I figured why not?”

“I’m expanding my empire,” she jokes. “I’m going to go private soon, then take over the world. Start a company and call it Betty’s Bitchin’ Rides.”

Our group erupts in laughter.

“Thank you for entertaining her,” her husband jokes.

“Entertaining her? Never. She’s the one who does all the entertaining. A joy. A light in our dim lives,” Lizzy sings.

“Well, aren’t you sweet as pie.”

“She’s sweet as something,” I mumble sarcastically.

“Sugar,” Tony coos beside her, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. “Sammie and Davis want to say hello when you get a minute.” He nods to a couple holding hands across the room, waving at Lizzy. They look familiar. Perhaps I’ve seen them at one of their more recent parties, but I don’t know them.

Sammie is close to six feet tall without her heels on and has perfectly straight, jet black hair that reaches to her waist. Davis is several inches shorter than her, with short black hair and a nice body- strong, but nowhere near as muscular as my guys. The way he stands just half an inch behind her, and the way he looks to her -almost for permission- tells me she definitely wears the pants in the relationship.

Lizzy waves back before giving me a quick hug. “I’ll talk to all of you later! A party just for me-” She starts to flitter away before Tony clears his throat, causing her to laugh. “For us, darling, for us. But mostly for me. You hate parties.” She bats the air playfully before she continues walking across the room.

“He’s going to have his hands full with that one,” Betty says, watching them walk away.

“He’ll get used to it,” Gerald jokes.

“Darling,” Betty’s hand rests on Gerald’s chest. “If you think you’re used to me, then I have to mix it up a little. Variety is the spice of life.”

“Don’t I know it baby!” He pats her butt, and she lets out a squeak. “Let’s get you a drink and go dancing, my Queen!”

Betty throws her hands in the air like she’s doing the salsa or something, as they walk over to the drink table.

There’s no one on the dance floor, but I get the impression Gerald is used to that and probably enjoys getting the party started, or even flaunting his lovely queen around for everyone to admire. He seems head over heels in love with her and, from what I can tell, she loves him big. He’s quiet, but not shy. Quirky, but not in your face eccentric. He matches her crazy, beautifully - a perfect pair.