“Thank you, Spencer,” I said quietly.
“Always.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “One of my cousins wants to take over the State Street Project and turn it into some sort of haven for the arts. I think I should encourage her. She’d eat the Queen Mum for breakfast.”
“That’s a woman I want to know,” Katie said.
“Me, too.” Grace raised her glass.
I wasn’t sure how that would be possible, but at the same time, when you were stupid-rich, most anything was.
We finished dinner, and I thanked my sister and her pack for joining us.
“Can we all meet at home for a moment? I wanted to go over some things?” I asked everyone. “Riley, you too. We can always drop you off at school in the morning.”
“Can I ride with you?” Evan asked me.
“Sure.” I handed him my helmet and relished his arms around me as we drove home.
When we parked in the garage, I wrapped my arms around him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Other than Sasha’s being bitchy about Ri and me changing our last name. My other sister decided on a wedding date and chose a location. We’ll get it reserved for her?” Evan gave me a squeeze.
“Perfect. And just ignore Sasha.” I took his hand, and we walked inside.
Grace was already in the kitchen making bowls of ice cream for everyone. She turned to me. “What room?”
“The living room is fine.” I looked at the bar cart, then went down to the basement where we had a small area where we stored wine and liquor. My eyes fell on the bottles of bourbon Grace had bought at the distillery in Carolina. I glanced at the case she’d made with bottles inspired by us.
I grabbed one with my name on it. I was curious as to why she chose each one for us–other than the one from the year of Riley’s birth.
When I joined them with the bottle and glasses, they already had the ice cream set out on the table of the living room. I didn’t have a bowl, but I didn’t really like sweets much and would just share Jett’s.
“Grace, is it okay if we try the bourbon that you chose for me?” I asked.
“Yes.” She fed Evan a bite. She, Wes, and Evan were on the couch. Jett had claimed the loveseat. Spencer had pulled over a chair, and Riley had a beanbag.
I poured glasses of it and passed it out. It was a beautiful color, like old oak. Taking a sniff, I got oak and brown sugar. I took asmall sip. Yes, I got hints of oak, brown sugar, cloves, and maybe a little apple. I took another. Oh, that was smooth.
“Impressive,” I told Grace as I sat next to Jett. “How did you select each one for us?”
“She brought out the special collection. I tasted them, and sometimes they made me think of each of you and that’s how I knew it was yours.” Grace took a sip.
“I can’t wait to be old enough to drink and have mine,” Riley added.
This bourbon reminded her of me? Spicy and sweet and going down smooth? I’d take it.
“I just wanted to go over all the changes in the pack charter before it gets run through Mrs. Beekman and then submitted for final approval. I was going to do it at dinner, but, well, that was nice of the sister pack,” I explained.
“It was,” Wes agreed, taking a bite of ice cream.
I started going over everything.
Riley blinked. “Was this clause about me always there?”
“It’s new. It was Katie’s idea,” I replied.
“We wanted you to feel secure in your role here as our kid, especially if Grace ever, um, something about Spencer’s identical triplets?” Jett grinned at Grace.
She tossed a throw pillow at him. “No triplets.”
