“Jesus. Watching you do that is going to make me hard again.”
“I know. Let’s go shower.”
* * *
After taking alongshower,we went downstairs for a late breakfast. Faye was at the table with what I presumed to be an egg white omelet in front of her.
“Morning,” I greeted my sister.
“Don’t talk so loud,” she whined.
I shared a confused look with Rhett and then replied, “I’m not talking loud. Are you hungover?”
“Yeah. After you went to bed last night, your friends got me wasted.”
I chuckled and began piling scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit onto my plate that our chef had prepared. Rhett followed behind me and made himself a plate too.
“Can’t hang with college kids?” I teased Faye.
Dylan and Jase were staying at the house for the holiday. Since my parents were no longer the official hosts of our annual Fourth of July party (at least until my dad was no longer president), my sister and I added some new people to the guest list. Declan was coming, and, of course, Tyler and Hayden. The newlyweds were still in their honeymoon bliss phase, and since we had the room, and I’d gotten to know Tyler’s brothers, I had offered for them to stay at the house to give Tyler and Hayden their privacy. It seemed Dylan and Jase were taking advantage of being on vacation and had partied with my sister after Rhett and I had called it a night. Okay, we went back to my room for our own private party, but it seemed the others had stayed up and drank.
“Ididhang with them. That’s the problem.” She grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen in front of her and downed a few.
“You need the hair of the dog,” Rhett said. “Want me to get you a beer or something?”
“Oh god, don’t mention alcohol,” she moaned.
I grinned and sat across from her. “Are you going to make it through the party?”
“I just need to eat.”
Rhett sat next to me. “Did you add avocado to your omelet?”
“Yeah, why?” my sister questioned.
“It should help.” Rhett stuck a bite of egg into his mouth.
“Handsome and smart.” I winked at him.
My sister’s new party buddies sauntered into the kitchen.
“Morning!” Jase beamed.
“Who’s ready to party today?” Dylan boomed.
“Jesus. How are you both smiling and chipper?” Faye asked them.
“What’s the matter, sunshine?” Dylan questioned with a smile.
“She’s hungover.” I smirked.
“Well, we can’t have that,” Jase stated. “You promised us dancing tonight.”
Faye stood and grabbed her plate. “I’m going back to bed.”
“Sleep it off,” Dylan said. “Then we’ll see you on the dance floor.”
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