Ethan smirks. “Kennedy considering a threesome with me and Linc.”
“The fuck?” Trace asks, looking at Kennedy.
Kennedy shrugs. “Never know.”
“Have I stepped into the Twilight Zone?” Styx asks.
“There you are, my man,” Joey says loudly, smacking Trace on the shoulder.
“Guess not,” he says, answering his own question.
We’re all decked out in our tuxes and make our way downstairs for a drink. Spenser comes flitting in.
“Let me see those ties,” he demands. We all turn so he can inspect. He straightens a few and completely redoes Jesse’s. “You should know how to do this by now.”
“That’s why I have you,” Jesse tells Spenser with a wink, and the blond man’s cheeks flush.
“Don’t you flirt with me, Jesse Kingston. You know it’s more than my heart can handle,” Spenser scolds.
“Don’t you mean your dick?” Trace corrects.
Spenser nods. “That too.”
“How’s it going up there?” I ask.
“The ladies are nearly ready.” Spenser looks to Summer who’s sitting on the sofa in leggings and a tight t-shirt that shifted up above her baby belly. “You’re a vision. You could go just like that and put so many others to shame.”
Summer blushes. “I can’t. I’m on bedrest again.”
“How did you get out here?” Ethan asks.
“I carried her,” Jace answers, bringing some caramel syrup and handing it to Summer.
She takes the heated jar and tips it upside down, smothering her vanilla ice cream.
“Craving?” I ask.
“Mmm,” she answers, taking a bite.
“You’d be better off just eating it out of the jar,” I tell her. “No need to pretend for us. We don’t judge.”
“Really?” she mumbles around her ice cream.
“Really,” Jesse reassures her.
“Oh, thank God.” She digs a spoon into the jar and pulls out a heaping spoonful of melted, gooey caramel. She wastes no time putting the spoon in her mouth.
“There you go. Eat what you want, how you want. You’re carrying a baby in there who’s using all your stuff to grow. You’ve earned the right,” Ethan tells her.
She sniffles.
“Aww, hell,” I mutter, looking for the tissues and handing the box to Summer.
The women come down one by one: Lucy, Sera, Meggie, Simone, and Carmen.
“Wow,” I mutter.
Joey looks at me.
