“We Svenssons really do have great bone structure, don’t we, Beck?” he stated, twirling Annie around.
“You need to get the cupcakes out,” Ophelia yelled from inside the unit.
“You’re making cupcakes?” I asked my brother. “You hate sweets.”
“Yes, but these are savory cupcakes with corn bread instead of batter, and the frosting is cheese wiz.”
“Sounds disgusting.”
“Correction—sounds amazing. I even have a variation that’s stuffed with bacon.”
“We’re putting it on Instagram!” Ophelia said happily.
“So yeah, we’re busy,” Mike said. “Unless you want to exchange babysitting for free babysitting at my choice in the future.”
“Nope.”
Liam wasn’t much help either.
“Ask Greg,” he said, his door barely a crack open.
“No, I’m not going to ask Greg. Are you out of your mind?” I could only make out one of Liam’s eyes through the crack in the door.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked, suspicious.
“None of your business.”
I shoved my shoulder against the door and saw Liam standing there shirtless and covered in makeup.
“In my defense,” he said, waving his arms around, “I needed something to bribe them with. Not all of us have assistants to foist our sisters on.”
“I don’t have one right now,” I admitted. “I need to go find her.”
“You misplaced your assistant?”
“I fired her. Accidentally.”
Liam raised an eyebrow.
“But I’m going to unfire her.”
“Not if I hire her first,” Liam said. “Shoot, maybe I’ll start dating her.”
“Absolutely not,” I snarled, backing him into a corner. “Tess is mine.”
“Crap, dude,” he said, shoving me off. “You fired her. You can’t just lay claim to people that you fired!”
“It was a mistake,” I said, not wanting to acknowledge why I was so mad at even the thought of Liam hiring, let alone dating, Tess.
“So can you watch the girls?”
“No!” Two of my other little sisters came barreling to the front door, carrying huge makeup palettes.
“Only we get to decorate Liam’s face.”
“Their majesties have spoken,” he said wryly.
I checked my watch when we were back in the elevator.
