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Tossing everything but the bacon, I grit my teeth, going for the pile of fucking dishes.

“Hey, leave it. Delia lost the coin toss. She’s got kitchen duty.” Em calls into the room. “Where do you want this?” I look over my shoulder, seeing Sully and Monroe carrying parts to what I’m assuming is a sectional couch.

I nod to the big empty space by the fireplace. The girls filled in. Between Delia, Em, Keena, and a few of the other hang-around chicks, I’ve now got a house full of furniture, rugs, and so many throw pillows. They tore up Ciara’s room and replaced the toddler bed. I got her a princess castle complete with a little balcony and a slide. The guys are all outback, putting together an outdoor kitchen and self-contained fire pit. I wanted to help, but they told me to fuck off and get out of the way.

I think the tables are being set with so much food that they invited half the town. Looking around, I spot Monroe and get his attention.

“Hey! Where’s Ainsley?” I shout, making him put down the power drill in his hand.

“She’s coming, got a cake and a—” Our heads turn on a swivel as the purr of an eight hundred and eight horsepower engine gets our undivided attention. Approaching the wide-open front doors, we spy a metallic blue demon of a car. Monroe grabs my wrist like a vice. “Brother, you had better fucking behave. I want my ass in that buttery leather seat.”

I squint my eyes against the sun to see Ainsley getting out of the passenger side of the Lamborghini. From the driver's side—dark wavy hair falls down the back of a woman with sun-kissed skin covered briefly by a red and white pinstripe dress. Her lips are full, pale pink, and aching for a rough kiss… Wait, is that? “Doctor Toney Fuze?” There goes my erection.

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