Page 62 of Kiss Me Forever

Brooklyn snapped her fingers and pulled name tags and a marker from her pocket. “I have those. Sorry, I forgot to give them to you.”

“I’m not wearing a name tag.” I raised my brows when Brooklyn merely wrote my name out and slapped it on my chest a little harder than she should have.

“Deal with it.”

Bella put hers on and grinned.

“Aw, you look great, Reece.”

“Thanks. Glad to know who’s in charge.”

“Brooklyn. Duh.” She rolled her eyes like the twelve-year-old she was and skipped to her friends.

I looked down at Brooklyn and put my hand over her name tag.

“Just making sure it’s on correctly.” I patted her breasts a couple of times, and she rolled her eyes.

“Nice.”

“Hey, stop pawing at my cousin,” Dash whined.

I froze, and remembered exactly where we were.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hey there. So, bringing the boyfriend. Should be interesting.” He ducked Brooklyn’s fist, but didn’t get out of the way of Riley’s kick to the shin.

“What the hell. Why am I going to be bruised at the end of this?”

“Because you suck at sports,” Addy said with a roll of her eyes. “Seriously. Why are you so mean?”

“You guys are the ones hitting me.” Dash rubbed his shin and gave me a wink.

“Good luck with the Montgomery gauntlet.” He dove through the crowd then, both cousins chasing after him, and I gave Brooklyn a look.

“Is there a gauntlet?”

“I would like to say no, but maybe.” Her eyes widened, and the blood drained from her face. “Well, maybe there will be a gauntlet.”

I turned, afraid to see one of her parents or brothers there with a hatchet or something, but instead I just blinked as my parents and three brothers walked towards us.

“Did you know they were coming?” I asked.

“No. Did you?”

“Of course not. I would’ve warned you. And it’s not a Fox gauntlet. I promise you.”

“I don’t know if I actually believe you with that,” Brooklyn said softly, and then my mother was there, her arms wide.

“Your mother called me and invited us, and so I’m here to annoy my son.”

My mom leaned down to hug Brooklyn. The woman I was falling for smiled brightly. “I like the sound of that, Mrs. Fox.”

“Call me Kathy.”

“Maybe we’ll stick with Mrs. Fox because I’m afraid.” Brooklyn laughed, and my chest squeezed.

“Whatever you’d like. Do you know my sons?” she asked.