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Kyrin and Knight pulled a true twin moment by glaring at Jamie and telling him off in unison. “She’s unavailable, Jamie!”
Aggie squeezed her eyes shut and then blew out a breath and stood up. “Of course, we can chat. I wanted to get some ice cream to eat with the cake you made, anyway. It looks delicious, by the way.”
I watched as she moved out of the dining room with our soon-to-be-fired cook and then looked at my brothers. “Well, we’re proving to be great at dinners.”
Gracie sighed dramatically. “I’m only staying for the cake. Everyone’s acting crazy.”
Knight waited for a few minutes, looking at the doorway out of the dining room constantly. Finally, he stood up like he was going to go after Aggie, but she walked back through the doorway at the same moment and he sat back down. She smiled at him and walked straight to his side. He looked up at her with confusion written all over on his face.
She leaned down and whispered something that brought a wide smile to his face. Then, she moved back to her chair and silently started passing out slices of cake. When she realized we were all staring at her, she looked up and played innocent. “What?”
I took my slice of cake. “You’re being strange. And where’s the ice cream?”
She pointed at me with the serving knife. “There’s no ice cream.”
“There’s so much ice cream in the freezer. What are you talking about?” Kyrin was a sweets man. The cake was fine, but he would be the one of us most upset about the missing ice cream.
“There’s no ice cream!” Aggie dropped the knife and groaned. “There might be ice cream. I couldn’t check.”
“Why couldn’t you check, Aggie?” Knight’s smile was still as wide as ever as he reached over and swiped his finger through Aggie’s icing.
She sank back in her chair and groaned. “I might’ve been wrong about one of the things I said earlier.”
Kyrin, still focused on the ice cream, stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll just get it myself.”
Aggie’s face turned red and she shot out of her chair to block him. “No! I mean…no. So, I may have made a small mess in the kitchen.”
I rested my chin on my fist and smiled. “Oh, yeah?”
“I just…” She pouted. “I can’t even describe it. I can just say that I flailed and things were spilled.”
26
***Aggie***
IknewwhenIjoined the guys in the TV room later that night that they’d watched the security footage of what’d happened in the kitchen. I could tell by the way they seemed to shift back and forth between anger and chuckling. I dropped heavily into one of the many recliners that faced a massive wall-sized TV. A baseball game was muted on the screen.
“It wasn’t all that funny, you know?” I sighed and twisted my head to face Zander. “I feel really bad about what happened.”
Kyrin stood up and walked over to the bar. “You shouldn’t feel bad.Heshould feel bad.”
I winced. “I think he feels bad enough.”
Walking back over to me with a glass of amber liquid, Kyrin shook his head. “He’s lucky I didn’t finish what you started.”
I stroked his fingers as I took the glass. “Thank you for this. After that mess in the kitchen and then hearing what Gracie just said to me, I need it. She doesn’t like it when we fight and she told me it scares her. Is this what having kids is like? Just feeling like shit all the time because you accidentally scared a child? I just have to say, I never felt this worried when I was making decisions that had millions on the line.”
“She’s scared?” Zander sat up, a deep frown twisting his mouth.
“That we’ll leave. That I’ll leave because of the fighting, or that you guys will leave because you’re unhappy. She’s scared that the security she has with you guys could be lost because we’ve been fighting like a bunch of jackasses.”
Knight turned off the TV. “Yeah, that’s unacceptable.”
Kyrin watched me finish my whiskey and took my glass back. “We’re all going to need refills.”
“Obviously, we have to stop fighting.” I pulled my feet under me in the chair and looked at the three men around me. “Truce?”
“Let’s move this conversation somewhere where we can face each other.” Zander stood up and took my hand. “Sorry. You just got comfortable. Don’t hit me.”
