Page 107 of Every Move You Make

“Christina,” I answered confidently. “Married to Ana, who is Rafael’s biological mom. She’s Mexican.”

“Okay, stop twisting your hands,” he chides and places his hand over mine. “What’s my dad’s name?”

“Neal. He’s an engineer but also does small engine repair on the side.”

“Nailed it,” he says and opens the door. “Let’s go.”

Before we can get to the back door, Robyn’s quizzing me. “What are everyone’s jobs?”

I list everyone off on my fingers as we walk. “Angie is a children’s therapist. Rafael is in finance. Dane is a veterinarian. No one really knows what Jonah does, and Ivy is a midwife.”

“Yes,” she cheers as we come to the back door. “You got this. And you look very handsome.”

I changed my outfit five times. “Thank you,” I huff, smoothing my distressed brown Henley and jeans. Why did I wear jeans? It’s so hot today.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Isaiah says with a disbelieving shake to his head. He’s sporting a USA Valor T-shirt and shorts that make his hamstrings look good enough to eat. “They’re going to love you. Just be your normal, charming, cocksure self. Come on, give me a pump,” he says and shimmies his chest, gesturing for me to give my pectorals a little dance. I roll my eyes, but do it anyway.

They both smile and, okay, fine, that does make me feel better.

Robyn’s wearing white linen shorts and a simple but sweet light-blue tank top. Her hair is up in a bun like me but, of course, hers is styled, and she’s wearing gold drop earrings. God, she’s pretty.

“They’re all very nice, Dell,” she soothes, her hands skimming my arms.

Suddenly the back door opens wide to reveal a grinning blonde man with shoulder-length hair, holding a baby on his hip. “What the fudge is this?”

“Jonah,” Isaiah says with narrowed eyes. “You know Robyn.”

“Of course, she’s the love of my life.”

Isaiah grabs her hand. “Finders keepers.”

“You finally did it?” he gasps.

“He finally did it,” she beams, and then grabs my trembling hand. “And this is Dell. He’s our boyfriend.”

Jonah’s eyes pop out to assess me and then trace back to Isaiah and Robyn. “This hunk of man is your boyfriend?” Then he shakes his head like a cartoon character. “Wait, bro, you’re gay?”

Isaiah pushes past him and drags us with him. “Kinda. Yeah.”

His little brother, who’s about my height, then cuts us off before we enter the kitchen and dining room and exclaims, “Did everyone know Isaiah is gay?”

“He’s bi,” a shorter, curvier version of Isaiah says without looking up from setting the table. Must be Angie.

“Hey, girl,” Robyn says simply.

Angie immediately looks over and clutches her chest. “Robyn! Why are you here?”

“She’s dating Isaiah!” Jonah replies and then throws his head my way. “And this dude! Hey, how much can you bench, man?”

“I max at four oh five.”

“Fudge!”

Angie barges over to give Robyn a fierce hug. “Don’t lie to me,” she cries. “Is this really happening?”

A tall man with smooth, deeply tan skin and black hair comes in with another baby in his arms. “What’s going on?Robyn, what are you doing here?”

“Okay, family meeting!” Jonah shouts, running into the living room to gather everyone in the kitchen. Isaiah grips my hand a little tighter as confusion and chaos erupt before everyone is finally paying attention.

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