“You’ll sell everything,” I say as I pick up a box and stack it on top of another. When I carry the boxes out of the kitchen, I add, “I’m going with.”
Rachel follows after me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I hand the boxes over to Tyler, then tell him, “Grab the rest from the kitchen and get Noah, Ryan, and Eddie. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
I turn to face my sister and place my hand on her shoulder. “With me at the table, you’ll sell out quickly. I don’t want you on your feet for too long.”
She lets out a sigh, looking worried. “Every woman’s going to swamp our table. It’s going to be a stampede.”
I gesture at Tyler. “Hence the guards.”
“I don’t know about this,” she mutters as she glances between the SUV and me.
I lean a little down to catch her eyes. “I need to get involved with Lainey’s school obligations.”
“Nova can help with the school stuff.”
“And so will I,” I insist.
Rachel’s eyebrows draw together with sadness, and it has me pulling her into a hug.
“Thanks, Easton,” she mumbles against my chest. “I know how difficult it will be for you.”
“Don’t worry about me.” I press a kiss to the side of her head before letting go so we can walk back into the house.
When Tyler grabs the last box, I call out, “Lainey, Porsha, Nova, let’s go.”
They all come rushing down the stairs, and reaching the bottom, Nova quickly tucks a curl behind Lainey’s ear before asking, “How does her hair look?”
“Beautiful,” I say.
Rachel smiles lovingly. “How did you get her hair to curl?”
“Patience,” Nova replies. “And years of practice with my own.”
“Look at my braid,” Porsha says, twirling in a circle for us to see.
“It’s so pretty,” Rachel praises her.
“See you later, Uncle Easton,” Lainey says.
“I’m coming with.”
Her eyes widen, and then she practically starts bouncing up and down. “Really? Oh my gosh, we’re going to make the most money.”
I let out a chuckle, and when Rachel and the girls head to the front door, I wait for Nova. I place my hand on her lower back and walk alongside her.
“Things might get a bit crazy at Lainey’s school,” I warn her.
“How so?”
I glance down at her. “They’re not used to seeing me there.” Wanting her to be prepared for anything, I say, “There might be reporters, and they will notice you.”
“Reporters?”
I stop by the front door and take hold of Nova’s arm to hold her back, then explain, “There’s a good chance you’ll be photographed with me, and rumors will spread like wildfires.”
