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My grin widens, because seeing Cole at a loss for words gives me great pleasure.

Carson greets his parents at the door, helping his mom with her jacket.

“You don’t seem very upset,” Cole continues.

Carver kicks him under the table. “Just drop it before Carson kicks your ass.”

Cole’s eyes narrow. “You two set us up.”

“What do you mean, they set us up?”

“They tried to make us do all the work this afternoon so they could run off to their room.” His mouth falls open like he doesn’t quite believe it himself.

“Tried to make you, or did make you?” I ask.

I’ll admit, I love having Cole and Carver around. I like that they tease me, and nothing makes me happier than getting one over on them.

“Luna, sweetheart, how has your day been going?” Dan asks, interrupting my fun.

“She’s been very busy,” Cole answers on my behalf before I get a word in.

I kick him myself this time and he laughs.

Dan looks between the two of us. “What have you been up to?” he asks.

“Well …” I begin, struggling to snatch an answer from the ether.

Carson places his hands on my shoulders and leans down. “Luna and I spent the day in bed, snuggling. Cole and Carver were nice enough to cover pizza night for us, so if you don’t like anything …” He pauses to point between them. “Take it up with the chefs.”

“Aw, that’s so nice you boys helped out,” Lily says.

I smile at Cole.

He rolls his eyes.

After everyone leaves, the four of us work together to clean up the cabin.

Cole bumps into my shoulder as we stand side by side doing the dishes. “All kidding aside, I’m really happy for you. You’re glowing.”

I dip my head.

“It looks good on you, and him.” He nods to the living room where Carver and Carson are putting the table and chairs away that we set up for our family.

“Well, thank you for the compliment. I think.”

He chuckles.

Carver leans over and pulls something out from under the couch. “This is cool.” He looks up at the colorful origami characters hanging above him. “I didn’t know there was a ten-dollar bill one. It must have fallen down.”

I wipe my hands off on a towel and round the island, joining them in the living room. “I swear this was on my dresser. Carson made it for me when we met.”

He looks over at us. “Yeah, it’s on your mirror.”

I jog upstairs, plucking the one I have from the place I left it. “How the fuck are there two?”

Carson looks up when I jog back down the stairs. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah.” I hold both of them in front of my face.