While Father Heasley gave Mom and Carl some last-minute instructions, Seth grabbed both twins by their collars and dragged them into an adjacent hallway.
“Ow—hey!” Jack protested.
Seth smacked them both upside the head with just enough force to convey his annoyance. “What the hell? Are you two trying to ruin this wedding? Or incapable of thinking about anything but sex for more than two minutes?”
“What do you mean?” Jack asked.
“Don’t play stupid. Stop staring at Cat like you want to tumble her into bed between you.”
“We’re just being friendly,” Connor said, all innocence.
“Stop bullshitting me. I know exactly what you’re doing. I’ve seen you two in action.”
“What? We’re just welcoming her into the family and all,” Jack insisted.
“Not with your dicks, you’re not,” Seth bit out. “Back off, horndogs. This is Mom’s wedding rehearsal, and Cat is about to become your stepsister.”
Jack grinned unrepentantly. “We know. But she’s hot, and we’re not related by blood.”
Seth struggled not to punch him in the mouth. “You will not cause drama by trying to tag-team Carl’s daughter or I will beat you black and blue. Do you understand or do I need to speak in smaller syllables for you to get it through your thick skulls?”
Connor had the decency to look sheepish. Jack was less moved, based on his I-don’t-give-a-fuck shrug. “We haven’t actually touched her. Hell, we’ve barely even talked to her.”
“Keep it that way. And keep it in your pants.”
“Oh, so you’ve kept it in your pants since you brought Beck and Heavenly here for Mom’s wedding?”
“No, but I also haven’t whipped it out near Mom. So unless you want to piss off Carl and start their marriage off on a really shitty note, treat her the way you’d treat Anna.”
“Like a baby?” Connor rolled his eyes, then grumbled. “Fine.”
Seth turned his glare to Jack. “Did you hear me?”
“Hard to miss, Dad. Whatever.”
“Not whatever. Just remember, you won’t get much pussy in the future if you’re missing all your fucking teeth.”
“Oh, don’t let Mom hear you say that in a church,” Jack drawled.
“Can it, smart-ass. Get back to the gathering. And behave.”
He left the grousing twins in the hallway and returned to the sanctuary. When he looked up, he spotted Hudson coming toward him, wearing neatly pressed khakis and a collared shirt…with a knowing smirk.
“I can guess what Jack and Connor are thinking.”
Jesus, who else had seen? “They didn’t try very hard to hide it.”
“If they thought they were being subtle?—”
Seth scoffed. “You’re assuming they were thinking at all.”
Hudson flashed a half smile that quickly faded. “Um… Do you think sharing women is hereditary or something? I mean, there’s you and the twins…and I didn’t hate the night with Casen and Brielle.”
His son’s keen awareness gave Seth pause. Not much got past the kid.
He glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot. “It’s a fair question given…everything, but I don’t think there’s a ‘prefers ménage’ gene, son. When I was your age, sharing a woman never even occurred to me. I was much older before I tried, but you have both experiences. You’ll need to think that through, preferably when you’re older.”
“Too late. I’m already thinking. It’s cool that Jack and Connor want to be…happy like you, Beck, and Heavenly.”
