I contemplate stepping on his foot. Hard.
“Inhaled dust,” he mutters.
“Don’t do that while you’re handling a knife,” I advise.
“So you two are still sharing the triplets’ cabin?” Sabrina asks us.
“Knock it off, Sabrina,” Jack calls.
“Don’t yell next to the baby,” Theo says.
And then he sneezes so loudly that Rhys and I both jump.
“What—” Rhys starts as the baby shouts, then settles right back against Theo’s shoulder.
“Speaking of the baby, where are the rest of the kids?” Laney asks, like the sneeze was no big deal.
“Uncle Lucky has them,” Rhys tells her while Emma murmurs to me, “He always sneezes that loud. Sorry. Should’ve warned you.”
“Zen’s with the kids too,” Sabrina says. “I got a text. They’re in the playroom.”
“If the triplets ask you to play rock paper scissors to change diapers, don’t do it,” Emma tells me.
“She can hold her own with rock paper scissors,” Rhys says.
I nod. “It’s apparently genetic to beat Jack.”
“That was funny as sh—shitake mushrooms,” Decker says as he ambles in.
“Did you know you have the same nose and eyes and ears?” Emma asks him.
“It makes me feel like I know Margie from somewhere,” Laney adds.
I pop the top on my kombucha bottle and take a sip that I hope would be a normal Margie Johnson-type sip to try something new.
Lemon blueberry.
“This is delicious,” I announce. I shift the other bottle closer to Rhys. “Here. I brought you one to try too.”
He nods, clearly his version ofthanks, even though I already told him I gave him a bottle, and he gives me another look.
The same one he’s been giving me since I said I’d come here today.
The one that says you picked playing with fire, you get to deal with the consequences with a side of but I’m here if you need me.
It’s comforting.
At least, until the back door swings open and the last two men at the party walk in the door.
I grab my bottle and take another gulp.Whydidn’t I add bangs to my look yet? And colored contacts. I could’ve gone brown-eyed, and then I wouldn’t be avoiding looking at Jonas.
Also—I suddenly understand the large furniture.
Grey Cartwright is as tall as Rhys. Easily.
He’s not as broad—honestly, who is?—but he’s still a very big dude. He has to bend to drop a kiss to Sabrina’s head. “Making our guests do all of the work?”
“I’m an excellent delegator,” she replies.
