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She was on her third glass of wine, and her rosy cheeks looked adorable. I wanted to carry her back to the house and ravage her. I stepped between her legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck and played with my hair. My dick immediately stood at attention whenever she did that. I’d need a few minutes before stepping back to the stove.
Frank coughed from across the room, and I pulled back a little to look around Kat. Frank smirked at me and shook his head like he was disapproving, even though I had seen him doing the same with Mindy earlier.
Kat tried to move, but I stilled her with my hands on her thighs. “Don’t. Move.”
She looked confused, and I pointed to my crotch. She fell into a fit of giggles, drawing attention to us. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her, which made her laugh harder.
“Could you guys get a room? Some of us are trying to cook,” Will said.
“Cook or burn stuff?” Duke asked. Smoke was coming from his station.
“Looks like you’re the one burning stuff,” I said, nodding to his stove.
“Shit!” he grabbed the pan off the stove and tossed it into the sink. I didn’t recognize my brother’s date, but she didn’t appear to be very bright. She was already three sheets to the wind, swaying and zoning out. She stood there looking confused, and Duke gently pushed her onto a stool.
Evelyn marched over to their station and scolded Duke while taking care of the pan in the sink. She took away their wine when she realized how intoxicated his date was. Duke threw his hands up and shrugged with a big smile on his face. Nothing fazed my youngest brother. He was always in a good mood. The room could be on fire, and he’d remain calm and upbeat while getting everyone to safety. I was jealous of him in that regard.
Kate and Peter had ignored everyone and finished their meal in a timely manner. They were sitting down to eat already, and I was envious since I was starving.
“The sauce is missing something. What did you do?” Mindy yelled at Frank. They’d been arguing and fighting for control the entire night. Frank had almost burned another meal, but his wife saved it.
Laney and Jacob were almost done with their meal. Laney had given up complete control and had taken a seat at the table halfway through with the bottle of wine. She wasn’t the best cook, as we found out at family dinner when she brought a dish that wasn’t edible. Jacob made loving eyes at his wife most of the night, and they joked around.
We sat down to eat, and Kat took a big bite. She seemed more intoxicated than I’d originally thought.
“Oh my gosh, this is so good.” She moaned and closed her eyes. I was a goner.
“At least yours is good. Ours tastes like we missed a few things. Hopefully, the cheesecake will taste better,” Rebecca said.
“It will since I made it,” Will said.
Rebecca gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, sweetheart. I’m not.”
“You were the one who ruined this dinner. You said, and I quote, ‘This will taste better if we add a few things.’” Her Will impersonation was impressive. “It tastes like shit, by the way.”
Kat giggled, and I snickered. Will glared at us.
After dessert, we all filed out happy and full. Well, mostly happy. Will had pushed a few too many of Rebecca’s buttons, and she was ready to go home. Duke sent his date home in an Uber and suggested we all go to Frosty Mug Tavern. Exhaustion pulled at me from the day’s activities, but Kat wanted to go. Everyone else was game, and Rebecca said she’d go for one drink.
“What happened with Luke?” Kat asked quietly.
Rebecca shook her head.
“Please tell me. I’m your sister, and I’m worried.”
“We wanted different things. I wanted to get more serious, and he didn’t.” She shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but I could tell that wasn’t true. She looked like she was fighting tears.
“I’m so sorry,” Kat said.
“It’s okay. It’s better to find out now rather than later on down the road.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk more about it?” Kat asked.
“I’m sure. I’d really like to forget about it, but we’re about to walk into his place of work, and I don’t think it’s going to go well.”
“Did things end badly?”
