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“She’s right,” Toby said. “Come on back. Have a slice of pizza.”

Her gaze flew to Urban. His jaw was tight, his eyebrows lowered. The man wasn’t happy about his brother’s idea.

But she was hungry.

And honestly, his crappy attitude was getting on her last nerve.

“I don’t want to interrupt your dinner,” she murmured, sounding slightly truthful and majorly pathetic. “I’ll just go home. Warm up a can of soup.”

It was Toby’s turn to scowl, and damn if he didn’t look very much like a less beardy version of his eldest brother. “Do you know how much sodium is in one can of soup?”

“A lot?”

Crossing his arms, he nodded. “Way too much for someone who should be staying hydrated. You’re eating with us.”

She wanted to stay. Not just because at some point in the past hour or so she’d gotten her appetite back or because A Slice of Sicily was her favorite pizza.

But because it’d serve Urban right if she hung around when he didn’t want her to.

Huh. Her family had been right all these years. When someone hurt her feelings, pushed her buttons, or ticked her off, she did become combative. Contrary.

And she pushed back. Harder.

It was good to know. Self-awareness was the first step when it came to self-improvement.

Which she’d start working on first thing tomorrow.

She swept her gaze around the group. “If you’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Miles said, the rest of them nodding their agreement.

All except Urban.

“In that case,” she said with a smile that made Urban’s expression darken further. “How can I say no?”

Chapter Eleven

“Something you want to tell me?” Toby asked Urban as they stepped into the kitchen after dinner.

Urban set dirty dishes into the sink. “No.”

“Let me put it this way. What happened between you and Willow last night?”

Urban took the pizza box from him, turned and opened the fridge. “Nothing.”

Before Toby could respond, Urban shoved the box into the fridge then shut the door and went back onto the patio.

Where Miles was flirting with Willow.

Nothing new there. Miles always flirted with Willow. Didn’t matter to Urban.

And it sure as hell didn’t bug him.

He didn’t give a shit that Miles sat too close to her. That he had coaxed smile after smile from her all through dinner. That she gazed up at Miles’s pretty face the same way all females did—with an expression of awe, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed.

Urban didn’t care that she was practically glowing.

Because of his fucking brother.

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