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One I know.
She’s not quiet.
“Why is Aunt Maddie’s brother asleep on your couch?”
Shit. I think that one is Brynlee. Nothing like the boss’s kid finding you asleep on the couch.
“Umm... hello? How about the fact that your mom’s face is plastered to Brandon Dixon’s chest?”
“Evie—”
“Come on, Grace. Don’t Evie me. His hand is on her butt, and her face is on his chest. Pretty sure your aunt’s brother is banging your mom, Lindy.”
That might have been Declan’s twins.
“Shut up, Everly.”
Oh yeah. That was Lindy.
“Hey. She could do worse. Dixon’s the best center in the league. And he’s hot.”
Declan’s got his hands full with that one. But at least she’s got good taste.
“Eww. He’s your dad’s age.”
That one was Kenzie.
I force my eyes open and regret it immediately when I see five teenage girls surrounding us. Yup. Us. Ashlyn is lying on top of me. Her face is indeed plastered to my chest. At least I have my t-shirt still on, even if I threw off my sweatshirt during the night. And oh yeah, that’s my hand on her ass. Fuck... she’s got a great ass.
I force myself to slide it up to her back before doing some serious ninja moves to get off the couch without waking the beautiful blonde still sleeping.
Five sets of eyes stare at me as I stand and stretch, but nobody says a word.
“You guys hungry?” I whisper and take a few steps toward the kitchen.
Most of the girls move ahead of us, but Lindy hangs back. She looks over to her mom then back at me, assessing. “What are you doing here, Brandon?”
“Good morning to you too, shortcake.”
She cocks her head to the side, and yeah... this kid isn’t stupid.
But how the hell am I supposed to answer her?
“We fell asleep watching TV. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh...” Another quick glance back at her mom, who’s sleeping peacefully under the blanket with her head on my discarded sweatshirt, only this time when she looks at me, she’s smiling. “How are you at pancakes?”
Pancakes, I can handle.
* * *
The girls and I have just about finished making breakfast by the time Ashlyn walks into the kitchen. She’s slipped my sweatshirt on, and it hangs down, hitting her mid-thigh, covering her shorts and showcasing her bare legs.Fuck, I like seeing her in my clothes.
Her green eyes sparkle when they see me flipping the last pancake before she looks around at our audience. “Good morning, girls.”
The girls look up from their various places around the kitchen. The twins are cutting berries. Brynlee’s setting the table. Kenzie’s working on the bacon, and Lindy’s got the OJ in her hands. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, sweetie.” She kisses the top of Madeline’s head and runs her hand over Brynlee’s curls. “Hello, girls. This all looks delicious.”
