“Then what exactly did he mean by ‘and then some’?” Caroline grinned slyly.
“That’s none of your business.” I poked her in the side. “And don’t you dare joke about that in front of Dad,” I added in a barely audible voice.
“Oh… he’s coming over,” my sister gasped, but then her excitement fizzled just as quickly. “Damn, the brother’s not.”
Kyle strode over to us. He caught my eye and smiled, and I returned the gesture. Caroline looked between us in awe.
“Hi, I’m Caroline, Kenzie’s sister. Is that your brother?”
I gaped at her in shocked admiration. Ballsy. That’s what she was. How had we come from the same parents?
“Quinn?” Kyle asked, looking surprised. Caroline shrugged and pointed him out for Kyle. He grinned and called over her choice. Quinn bound up to us, much like I’d seen Kyle do a hundred times on the island. “Quinn, this is Caroline. Caroline is Kenzie’s sister.”
“Hey.” He smiled, eyes bright.
“Hey,” she answered back.
“Wow, such stimulating conversation,” Kyle whispered in my ear.
I nodded and laughed. Grabbing his arm, I steered him over to my dad and brothers and introduced them. My father hadn’t been real thrilled with Kyle’s on-air admission, which basically confirmed for the world that we’d had sex. To Dad’s credit, however, he played it cool and didn’t punch Kyle in the face. My brothers didn’t care about any of that, though, as they were starry-eyed upon meeting Kyle for the first time. He had been their favorite player on the show… and that was with me added to the mix.
As the boys chatted for a few minutes, I glanced over to see Caroline and Quinn exchanging numbers. If only it could be that easy for all of us.
Kyle came over to my side.
“Looks like they’re hitting it off,” I said.
“Yeah. Shocking. It’s like Quinn has gone from mega-dork to badass babe magnet overnight.”
“He better not give her ‘and then some.’”
“Oh, god, I know. Sorry. That was bad. It just slipped out. You know I can’t control what comes out of my mouth sometimes.”
“Your parents are going to think I’m a slut.”
“You’re kidding me, right? Their son’s a rock star. The women they’ve seen…” he shook his head playfully. “You’re like the Virgin Mary.”
“Stop,” I laughed. “Where are they, anyway?”
“They left already, and took Grace, Keith, and Sam back to the hospital. It’s just Emma and Quinn. Come on, I’ll introduce you to my sister.”
I glanced at her as we walked up. Emma was beautiful: blonde, high cheek bones, and gorgeous light hazel eyes. Dang. Every one of Kyle’s siblings was attractive. What were the chances of having that many kids and not getting at least one stinker in the bunch? I wondered if Kyle’s parents high-fived each other every night before going to bed at what gorgeous kids they’d produced.
Bobby was chatting up Emma when we arrived. I had to wonder whatshewould rank on his beauty scale. Kyle and he exchanged handshakes. “Sorry about starving you,” he said, smiling.
“That’s okay. Sorry for kicking your ass off the island.”
“No hard feelings,” Bobby said, and turned to Kyle’s sister. “Call me.”
“Yeah, sure,” she nodded. As soon as he sauntered away, she deleted his number from her contacts.
“Not your type?” Kyle asked, grinning.
“Is he anybody’s type? You left me stranded, jerk,” Emma said, punching Kyle in the arm. “That’s eight minutes of my life I can never reclaim.”
“Sorry, geez.”
“I don’t get how you guys put up with him,” she said.
