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“Can’t believe you think you’re going to find love on a reality show.”

He shook his head. “Not that kind of show. The producers are trying something different. We’d only be hosting.”

Beckett chuckled, tapping their takeout over into his cell phone. “Get out. Kat’ll be home any minute.”

“I’ll just say hello before I go.”

Beckett set the phone down on the kitchen island. “No. Get out. My therapist says I need to be better about setting boundaries.”

Nico snorted. “How about having some boundaries when you’re fucking in the backyard? The whole neighborhood can hear you, you know.” Beckett arched an eyebrow at him and Nico sighed, rolling his eyes theatrically. “Fine. I guess I should probably go prepare.”

“What’s there to prepare?”

“We have to coordinate our outfits.”

“Ask Jo. She’ll know what you should wear.”

Nico pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Good idea.”

“Not here. Ask her at your house.”

“Alright, alright, I get the hint.” Nico tucked his phone back in his pocket and headed towards the kitchen door, but he paused before he got there, swiping a plum from the fruit bowl on the island and biting into it. “When do you want to talk about Jackson’s welcome home party?”

Beckett leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is there a reason you’re avoiding going home?”

“Excuse me for thinking you might want to help plan your brother’s party.” Nico took another bite of the fruit and rolled his eyes, slurping the juice as it threatened to dribble down his fingers. Beckett arched an eyebrow at his bandmate and waited. “Fine. Ari and Chiara are driving me crazy.”

Beckett huffed a laugh. “I told you not to let your sisters move in with you.”

Nico gestured with the plum, juice threatening to drip on the clean kitchen floors in a way that was very distracting. “I couldn’t say no. It’s just me in that big house—I thought I’d hardly ever see them.”

“You can’t hide out here. Kat and I are celebrating tonight.”

Nico sucked the last of the plum juice from the core and dropped the rest of the fruit into the trash can. “Celebrating what?”

“A publisher just bought the audiobook rights to my new series,” Kat said as she sauntered into the kitchen, the skirt of her late summer sundress swishing around her calves as her hips swayed. Her heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she crossed the room, rising up on her toes to press a chaste kiss to Beckett’s lips.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Beckett wrapped his arms around Kat’s waist, his hands settling at the top of her ass.

“You were busy gossiping with Nico.” She shot a grin over her shoulder at his bandmate. “Hi, Nico.”

“Hey, Kat. Congrats on the audiobooks.”

“Thanks.” She wrinkled her nose, glancing around the kitchen in confusion. “What’s that smell?”

“He burned dinner,” Nico said. “Again.”

Kat patted Beckett’s chest affectionately. “That’s alright. We can order from Lemon and Thyme.”

She made to reach for her purse, presumably to grab her phone, but Beckett caught her hand and brought it back to his chest. “I already did.”

“Did you get the—”

“Calamari? Mmhmm. And the pumpkin ravioli with lobster tails.”

Her face lit up with the kind of smile that made him feel warm all over, like sitting in front of a fireplace or lying on the beach in the sun. It was the kind of smile he couldn’t help but taste, brushing his lips over her cherry red pout.

“You know, this whole ‘can’t keep your hands off each other’ thing used to be cute. Now it’s just getting old,” Nico said with a sigh.