I drop into my seat, grabbing a drink. “Same fight every week. You’d think one of you would win by now.”
“Shut up,” they say at the same time and I laugh.
Across the table, Lileah groans and drops her head into her hands. “I swear to God, if they’re like this at prom, I’m not going.”
That gets my attention. “You’re not going because of them?”
She snaps her head toward us, and glares at all of us like we’re the problem. “Do you know how embarrassing it is having three overprotective brothers at the same event? Do you know how embarrassing it is to have you there for my prom?”
“Four brothers,” Mason corrects. But she knows Declan won’t be paying attention to her, because we’ve told him to enjoy the night and not worry about her.
She points her fork at him. “You’re the worst one.”
“I’m the responsible one,” Mason tells her, making everyone at the table laugh.
“You threatened a guy for asking me for directions.”
“He looked at you for too long.”
Miles laughs. “He blinked.” Trying to make this argument with Lileah a little less serious, but we know her and we’ve hadthis same discussion so much now, she needs to know we aren’t changing our minds.
Lileah turns to me. “And you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you exist.”
I raise my hands. “I’ve done nothing.”
“You will,” she says flatly. “You always do.”
“For good reason!” I snap at her, and her eyes move to Olivia. Lileah knows what prom means to me, even when Miles and Mason went to theirs, I had flashbacks like crazy.
Cain walks into the dining room, and smiles at Lileah. “I don’t see the issue. If they act out, I’ll deal with them.” He winks and turns to all of us.
She stares at him. “That’s not comforting.”
“It should be.” The four of us look between each other shaking our heads. We know he is only saying it to make her feel better. If he had his way, he would hire a security team for her.
Autumn laughs under her breath as she sits beside him. “Let the girl enjoy one night without a security team.”
Lileah drops her fork with a loud clatter. “Exactly my point.”
The conversation changes to Dad asking Olivia if her dad is settling in, Autumn talking about some wedding she got booked. It’s a simple family conversation, nothing about business, nothing about the Pit, just a simple family dinner.
Lileah keeps going on about dresses and how she refuses to match with anyone her brothers approve of. Mason threatens to veto every guy. Miles says he already has a list. Trixie has designed the dress for her after Mason approved it for her, so no one will have the same dress as her, so I’m not sure why she’s worried about it.
I glance over at Cain; his eyes are closed and I’m not sure what he’s thinking but a small smirk forms on his lips when Lileah calls us all psychos.
Mason laughs at the comment and I glance toward Olivia.
She’s quieter tonight, but she’s smiling. Relaxed. Her fingers trace the edge of her glass, and when she looks up and catches me watching, she holds my gaze.
“I’ll be right back,” I mutter. I walk around the table, stopping beside her chair. “Come with me.”
She looks up, her brows pulling slightly. “Where?”
“You’ll see.”
She studies me for a second, then stands.
We slip out before anyone decides to get involved, but they all know where I’m going. The treehouse. Our spot.
