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I nod and sink into the sectional, watching as Walker makes airplane noises at my son.

“When’s your pizza guy getting back, Cass?” Claire asks, twirling a dark curl around her pinkie finger. “I’m starving.”

“Is that some sort of kinky role-play you guys are into?” Beau chimes in, wagging his bushy brows at her. “Because I could see that being hot. He could be like, ‘I’ve got a delivery, ma’am . . . a delivery of some dick.’”

Claire smacks his beefy arm. “That was not a visual I needed of my brother.”

“I’m just saying,” he drawls, his southern accent more pronounced because he’s drinking. “You know they do some wild stuff. I’m pretty sure I even found a kink room upstairs.”

Morgan shoots across the room faster than I’ve ever seen her move, and flops into her friend’s lap.

“Cassidy Elizabeth Callaway,” she scolds, pointing a finger in her face. “I swear to God, if you got a kink room before I did, I’m going to be so fucking pissed.”

“Our whole house is a kink room,” Walker deadpans, not looking up from where he’s bouncing my son on his knee.

Cassidy pinches the bridge of her nose and looks at Beau.

“I’m not even going to ask why you were wandering around upstairs . . .”

His face lights up like a detective that just solved a tough case. “So it was—”

Claire presses her hand to his mouth.

“Stop,” she screeches. “Can everyone please stop using the word kink in the same sentence as my brother?”

Caroline hands me a glass of wine as she sits beside me. “What about your sister?”

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip to stop my smile.

The relationship that the Winters siblings have is one of the things I love most about them. Even though they make it a point to spend time together, they’re all blissfully unaware of what’s going on in each other’s lives, and it’s entertaining as hell when they share too much.

Claire looks at her sister with a dubious expression. “You don’t even have a boyfriend. How could you be kinky?”

Morgan snickers in Cassidy’s lap.

“You don’t have to have a boyfriend to be kinky, idiot,” she argues, craning her neck toward the middle Winters sibling. “Walkie made me call him ‘Sir,’ like, the first time we hooked up. And we all know we weredefinitelynot dating then.”

Walker’s jaw tenses, his tone dropping low. “Morgan. Some of the things we do stay between us.”

Caroline stifles a laugh beside me, and I know she’s thinking the exact same thing I am—nothing they do stays between them.

Morgan turns her head toward her husband as a wicked grin spreads across her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 36

Caroline

“Pizza!” my sister yells as she jumps down from the armrest and sprints across the room.

I crane my head to the living room entrance, making brief eye contact with my brother as Claire steals the stack of boxes from his hands.

Parker’s expression is completely unreadable—he could either be elated, pissed, or confused as he studies me and Weston sitting beside each other on the sectional.

“Me first,” Morgan calls as she swipes the top box from my sister.She takes the pizza and collapses to the floor in front of the TV, facing the rest of the group with a loud groan. “I’m so hungry I could throw up.”

I press my wine glass to stifle my laughter.

When we originally planned family dinners, they were supposed to include only me and my two siblings. But as our family grew to include Cassidy and Beau, the dinners grew as well. And then when we were at the lake, Morgan insistedthat she and Walker get to join from now on since they were “practically family.” And while she’s not wrong, the two of them also provide a comedic buffer that we never knew we needed . . . especially tonight.

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