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She pauses for a moment, and then her voice is loud as she yells, “You hooked up with Riggs, didn’t you! Girl, you’ve worked for him for four days.”

“What? I told you I think he’s hot.”

“Well, duh, he is. But he is emotionally closed off to everyone.”

“I don’t think so. He was pretty passionate when he was wrecking the shit out of me this morning.” I look down at my bruised thighs from the strength in his powerful hips. “I’m pretty sure I’m walking bowlegged.”

“For the love of all things holy…” she mutters, and I know she’s shaking her head. “How?”

Now, I’m the one pausing. “Well, you see, what had happened was?—”

“Clara Drew, what did you do to wake up his emotionally dented ass?”

“Hey, that’s rude.”

She giggles. “Girl, you’re already defending him? You’re a goner for him. Nothing I say will change that. So tell me how you did it.”

I bring in my brows, but I don’t disagree with her. I am a goner for him. Sighing, I say, “It isn’t what I did—well, I did do something, but I didn’t know he was watching.”

“You knew.”

I laugh. “No, really! I didn’t,” I insist. “The first night I was in his house, I was in his bed, and it smelled so good. Just how he smells. I got all hot and bothered, and I got off.”

“In his bed?”

“Oh yeah. It was hot.”

“You came in Coach Riggs McCoy’s bed.”

I grin. “I call himDaddy.”

I’m met with silence, and then my phone rings with a FaceTime call. Thankfully, I’ve already parked, so I hit it just as Elliot’s face comes on the screen. Her long hair is pulled over one shoulder as her greenish-blue gaze locks on me. She looks like a doll, so pretty. Thick lips, a little cupid’s bow, and the most stunning long lashes. I hope my nephew has her eyes and lips. He’s gonna be the most gorgeous baby! Before I can tell my sister how pretty and glowy she is, she gives me a stern look, but she’s holding back a grin. “One second, please.”

Just then, all my sisters join the call. Each one is so beautiful and alight with happiness to see me. I’m not surprised that Elliot called them; we’re all best friends.

The only good thing our parents did was give us one another.

“Sisters, our baby sister is a slut,” Elliot announces, and Eliza giggles as Austen’s eyes widen.

It’s Louisa who says, “It’s okay. I was too, until I met Ciaran. Hell, I don’t even think I knew his name before we fucked. Aw, I just knew I would love him.” She does a little wiggly dance that has me grinning. She is just so happy. So in love.

“Wow. I’m so proud of my eldest sister right now,” Eliza mumbles, and we all laugh at that.

“Says the one who married a guy for a coffee shop,” Louisa fires back.

Eliza scoffs. “And all the orgasms.”

Austen snorts. “I’m the only normal one here who fell in love before I knocked boots with him.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. “You were living with him without anyone knowing. Someone you didn’t know. Didn’t you try to kill him too?”

“She broke his Xbox,” Louisa provides.

Austen gives us a dark look. “Well, at least I didn’t get knocked up and hide it for six months!”

Elliot makes a face. “Hey, I am doing God’s work here. Providing you guys with a nephew!” We all laugh at that. “But for real, Clara has all of us topped,” Elliot insists.

“Wow. I don’t agree,” I mutter, but everyone is still giggling.

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