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I hold my own, and even start to feel more at ease with this style of interview than the casual conversation Tucker went with.

“Lastly, we want to ask if you have any questions for us.”

I stare, dumbfounded, at the brunette, the intense one, fuck!

Was she Liv? Or Luna?

Liv, I think.

I’m pretty sure.

“Maybe about living with Tucker?”

The tall one—that’s right, Luna is the tall blonde one, Liv the brunette, and Avery the short blonde.

“I don’t think so.”

My voice comes out hesitant because I am, and babbling is probably not the best way to make a good impression, but it’s all I’m good for when I’m met with three expectant stares.

“Tucker said I’d be sharing a floor with the security guards, and have access to a car. He explained most of the job. I don’t think I’ll have any questions until after I’ve started.”

Did that sound presumptuous?

The whole conversation with Tucker made it seem like it was a done deal, and I can see now, after meeting and talking, and being interrogated, by his sisters, that it might not be.

But I did say it all sounded fine, didn’t I?

“That makes sense,” Luna says gently, and smiles at me with a softness that I think might be unique to her.

It’s obvious that the three of them love their three younger brothers.

Beyond obvious, in fact.

But with how intense they’re being, I’m starting to think they don’t have a normal sibling relationship.

Which I guess makes sense.

The three women are gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but they’re very obviously older than Tucker—like, a lot older.

I don’t think I’d ever feel like I need to protect Hannah and Jace like they obviously protect the boys.

Even these past few months where Hannah has been taking care of me, it hasn’t been like this, like . . . a battle against the world.

“I hope you’ll feel comfortable going to him if anything arises,” Avery says at last, and I snap my gaze to her. “I don’t know much about you, Sunny.” She gestures at my printed resumé in front of her on the big mahogany desk. “Not much more than what’s here, so I don’t know if you have any preconceived notions about our family.”

“I don’t. I’m not really a sports guy.” I wince, feeling like it’s something I need to apologize for.

This gets me the first reaction out of Liv.

She laughs, and it’s even a kind laugh, not mocking at all.

“That might be a good thing, so no worries there.” I frown, wondering why it’s a good thing, but she continues. “What I believe Avery’s getting at, is that we can see you’re more than qualified to take care of Mason and Maddox. Our first priority is making sure they get to be boys for as long as they can, that they have childhoods they’re happy to remember.”

That’s very telling.

“But when it comes to Tucker . . .” Avery picks up the explanation and trails off briefly to tilt her head from side to side with a grimace. “The world has a certain image of him, people have a lot of expectations when they hear his name, and he’s never been too interested in changing anyone’s perception of him.”

I truly have no idea what they’re getting at, and it must show on my face.