“Are you saying I’ve forgotten about all the sex we had over the years? Because I think I’d remember.” My whole body reacts to the memory of what we just did in Sheila’s office, and I amend my statement. “I’d definitely remember.”
A laugh ripples through the broad chest at my back, and he kisses the top of my head before explaining. “Not physically.” He blows out a breath. “But there were… emotions… there.”
“Bad ones,” I scoff.
“Strong ones,” he corrects me. “And I think Reese always knew something wasn’t quite right about her boyfriend getting off on arguing with the temperamental bombshell he kept bumping into like clockwork. She wasn’t wrong about me not being fully committed to her.” He shifts uneasily, but his arms tighten around me. “Not something I’m proud of.”
“Wow,” Jonesy says. “Like you told me last year, complicated.”
“Complicated for sure,” I say with a laugh. “And I swear, he isn’t an investment banker.”
Liv pops into the conversation to say, “Sure. He’s not an investment banker, and you’re not a globe-trotting killer for hire.”
The younger Jones brother sprawls back in his chair with a satisfied wave of his hand. “Exactly.”
“Oh look,” Wyatt says loudly when Becks floats by with a tray of empty dessert dishes. “Our sister is here.”
She slams on the brakes and spins to our table. “Brothers! New sisters! Friends!”
My heart thrills at the plural of “sisters,” but this family isn’t done with me yet.
“C’mere, kiddo,” Wyatt says, reaching into his pants pocket without putting any space between my back and his front. “I need a favor.”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
“Can you sneak away to the Evil Villain HQ, pack up CJ’s stuff, put it all in my car, and get my key back to me before the twelfth day of Christmas?” He hands her a fob that she pockets as smoothly as a magician doing close-up magic.
“Double yes.”
I tip my head up to look at Wyatt from my spot against his chest. “Oh really? It’s your assumption that we’ll be going someplace together tonight and I’ll just abandon my car to follow you there?”
“You did accuse me of being a kidnapper once upon a time,” he reminds me.
“This is true,” I snuggle back in, happy to be his captive. “Actually, did you come here with your brother?” I ask Becks. She nods, so I grab my clutch and hand over another key fob. “In that case, put my stuff in Wyatt’s car, then you can take mine for the night. Your brother and I can pick it up tomorrow. Sound good?”
“Yes!” Becks dances a little jig with her overloaded tray as she moves to the next table. “Yay for adult sleepovers!”
“It’s the little red Mazda!” I call after her. “Um, is she going to go joyriding or anything like that?”
“Probably,” Wyatt says.
“But she’ll top off your tank afterward,” Jonesy adds.
“Okay then.”
I nestle even deeper into that solid, solid chest as Liv beams at us. “Can I just tell you how happy this makes me?”
“How happy?” I ask.
She opens her mouth, but tears fill her eyes and she just shakes her head helplessly at us. “So happy.”
Now both Jones brothers have emotional women in their arms, and I think we would’ve stayed in this bubble of love all night if not for Wyatt’s last act of revenge.
He sits up straight when Sheila pops her head out of the service entrance and catches his eye with a mouthed “It’s go time.”
“Let’s do it,” he says, and everyone at the table stands and disappears through a different exit.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
