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“Seriously?”

“Yep. You can probably just head home tonight if you want to avoid seeing anything weird.”

“I’m staying for dinner. Josie said so,” he chuckled. “Did Donovan tell you the story about Slash walking in on her and Ty?”

I looked at Rory and she huffed. “I’ll tell you later. You’ll want more details, and I tried censoring it for Diesel’s poor ears.”

“He can handle it. Tell me,” I insisted, noticing that Diesel looked both uncomfortable and curious to hear the uncensored version.

Hopefully, hearing about the fun things others got up to would make him want to go and fuck someone. I had no idea how he’d gone so long without pussy, but it explained why he was in a bad mood a lot.

As long as it wasn’t my girl, I didn’t give a shit.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

RORY

The next week and a half passed much the same. Paparazzi followed us everywhere, the kids at school filmed us in hopes of catching something good on camera, and we barely saw Skeeter since he was busy at the Shed.

It was now Thursday, and the whole house smelled like turkey and herbs as Josie cooked. The guys were hanging around the kitchen while I helped Josie, and despite warning her that I would ruin our Thanksgiving meal with my cooking skills, she insisted she’d risk it.

So far, I hadn’t set anything on fire or lost a finger.

“Boys, can you set the table?” Josie asked, and Caden frowned.

“You didn’t leave any staff on today?”

“No. Today is about family, and they all deserve to be with theirs. We’ll eat in the formal dining room, just in case Skeeter brings more people, so set plenty of places please. It won’t hurt you to set the table,” she said in a clipped tone, not letting Caden get out of it.

The guys got to their feet and headed into the second dining room that I hadn’t known existed until yesterday, which apparently had a fucking ballroom attached.

Josie said they hadn’t used it since Tristan moved out, so she kept it locked. The cleaners had gone through yesterday to make sure it was pristine for today, and I’d never seen a table so damn long before. It seated thirty people, at least.

Apparently, she had other tables stashed in the ballroom for big parties too.

Seeing Josie cooking was a little strange since I’d only seen her as the businesswoman, not the housewife, but she looked right at home as she hummed to herself while making multiple peach cobblers and apple pies.

The turkey looked so good, my mouth watered just thinking about it.

She got me to help finish the pie, and for a second, I had a memory of doing this with my mom. I had to stand on a chair to reach properly, laughing as we got flour everywhere.

“Are you okay, honey?” Josie asked, snapping me back to the present and making me realize I’d zoned out.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just thinking of Mom,” I smiled weakly. “I wonder if she still makes her pie too?”

“You can ask her when you find her. She probably has a lot to tell you,” she said warmly before opening the oven to pull the turkey out. Well, one of them. The private kitchen that Karl used all the time also had a turkey in the oven.

“That smells so good,” Skeeter grinned as he walked in, his eyes already on the food, and surprise filled me when I noticed Diesel was behind him, along with Brick and Jonah.

“You’re all just in time!” she exclaimed, putting the turkey onto a fancy board. “Can you carry this into the formal dining room? Rory can show you where it is.”

The guys all started taking trays and dishes of food, following me along the hallway to the formal dining room. Caden and the guys had just finished setting the table, so we placed the food in the middle and went back into the kitchen to grab more.

Between the two kitchens, Josie had prepared a lot of food. Two turkeys, a million different side dishes, and we still needed to save room for dessert.

There was a knock at the door so I went to answer it, grinning as Mule and Zeena appeared.

“Hey. You made it.”