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Honestly she’s probably tied with Macon. None of us would be here without him, of course, but she really made the house a pleasant place to be. Mostly because she made him more pleasant.

And she got my shit together. She knew I’d like teaching.

After a quick shower, I head downstairs and make a plate of food. He’s not going to eat all the good stuff filled with fucking carbs, so I slice some hardboiled eggs, dole out some pineapple that Krisjen keeps for smoothies, and sprinkle some spinach on the plate. I have no idea how to even make that appetizing, but I’m not the one eating it. I scarf down two cold fried drumsticks, left over from the other night, as I dump some mozzarella pearls on the plate for Callum that my sister puts in her salads.

Pinching two bottles of water under my arm, I slice a piece of sweet potato pie out of the dish and scarf it down as I carry his “breakfast” up the stairs.

Sneaking back into the room, I see he’s on his back, his dick tenting the sheet. My cock instantly stirs.

I set the food down and whip off the sheet, his eyes popping open as he jerks his head up.

“Wake up.” I climb on the bed, settling my head between his legs. “I’m still hungry.”

I wrap my arm around his thigh and sink my mouth down on him, feeling him jerk as his back arches. “Oh, fuck,” he groans.

His hand fists my wet hair as I run my tongue along the veins in his shaft, and he has me right where he wants me—head and heart.

If that bird food keeps his stamina at this level, I’ll stock the fridge with whatever the hell he wants.

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Callum

Looking up at him, I listen to the steady, shallow breaths flowing in and out of his lips. His dark lashes rest under his eyes, and it’s the most peaceful I’ve ever seen him in years. Dallas Jaeger is either moving, eating, fighting, or fucking, but right now, the muscles in his face are completely relaxed and his body is calm.

I like this view, because it simply means he’s in recharge mode. I smile up at him. When he wakes, he’ll be hard again.

I should get a shower while I can.

Pushing up, I see him stir, and I mold my mouth to his, kissing him softly. “Stay in bed,” I whisper. “I’ll be right back.”

He moans, but he doesn’t open his eyes. I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is up. That’s not a good sign, because I feel like I’m already late for something.

Throwing on my pants, I open a couple of Dallas’s drawers and find a T-shirt. I put it on and open the door, pausing when I see the drawing still on the wall. Solve the problem in parentheses first.

I’m sure there’s some philosophical meaning behind it, but I’ll have to ask him. I think I warrant a real answer now.

Heading to the bathroom, I close the door and turn on the shower. When I turn to search for a towel, there aren’t any on the rack. I spin in a circle, not seeing them anywhere. The shelves are empty except for some hand towels, washcloths, and shower steamers.

There’s a bathroom in Macon’s room, but I’m not going in there without permission again. I already snuck in once back in high school as a prank.

Turning off the water, I head back out of the bathroom and down the stairs. There’s a shower on the first floor. Hopefully, there are towels.

But as I swing around the banister, I catch sight—through the living room and into the kitchen—of what looks like the entire family sitting at the breakfast table. All of their heads are turned, eyes on me, and my heart skips a beat. What the hell?

How did every single person in the family get up and get down here without Dallas and me waking up? I remember the trampling of his brothers back in the day.

“You sleep all right?” Iron calls out.

Someone snorts, but I can’t tell who.

“ ’Cuz we didn’t,” Trace teases.

“Shut up,” Liv scolds.

The hair on my arms stands up. I’ve never been alone with his family, and I wasn’t planning on it anytime soon. Obviously, they helped him come for me last night, and they haven’t kicked me out, but we have a lot of history other than just the treasure.

It would be extremely poor form to ignore them right now.