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“We should put them outside with the bikes and see how they do,” Declan suggested. Oh, I liked that thought. That’d wake them right the fuck up.
“You’re mean, baby,” Raven commented. She gave him a playful smile. “I like it. We should buy foghorns for tomorrow.”
“Aren’t you on the still drunk boat too?” I asked her.
“No.” She shook her head. “I just don’t function until I have my morning coffee. You should ask him about the time I chucked my coffee at him because he startled me. We went to bed pretty early, and he made me drink a whole thing of water before bed. That was a bad idea, wasn’t it, baby?”
“Fuck.” Declan rolled his eyes.
“He tried putting me in the corner to maybe stop the whole… you know,” she corrected herself sheepishly. “Anyway, I can’t drink twenty ounces of water before bed without having to pee a million times. And that meant waking him up a million times just so I could get out of bed.”
“Lesson learned,” he murmured. Problems I was glad I didn’t have.
Whatever else anyone said was lost on me as Genevieve appeared at the dining hall door. One sweep of the room and her gaze locked on mine. The world stopped. Those pretty eyes narrowed and that sassy mouth of hers pressed together tightly. Under the edges of her sleeves, her hands balled into fists. There was that anger I fucking adored. Was I a sick motherfucker for enjoying the fight with her? Maybe a little.
But somehow, that was an improvement over three years of nothingness. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed her until I saw her again. I had no illusions we could reconcile shit. That fucking ship had long since sailed. Somehow, getting a rise out of her and fighting with her was an alternative—maybe not a good one, but it was something.
Her attention drifted away as Cade appeared behind her, his hand falling to the small of her back. I scowled at the brilliant smile she gave him while he talked. There was a fondness that passed between them, and I fucking hated it. I knew about Gary the fucking business manager she’d briefly dated. Yeah, I might’ve stalked my wife a little bit. Not my proudest moment.
But Cade? There was no fucking way.
“What’s the issue with that guy?” I asked. I knew enough of Cade to know he had a hell of a reputation. Being one of Cade’s girls was a fucking influencer thing in some circles. The last thing I wanted was for him to sink his fucking teeth in Genevieve. Screw pack politics. I’d start a fucking war if I found out he’s put his hands on my wife.
“Cade?” Raven frowned as she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, don’t you worry about him. He’s dating us. He and Declan are just adorable together.”
“What?” My attention snapped to Declan while Sam chuckled next to me. What the fuck?
“Honey, you need to stop explaining us to people that way.” Declan sighed in exasperation. “They’re going to believe you, and that’s not at all how our relationship is.”
What relationship? I glanced between the two of them, confused as fuck. Obviously, I knew my brother wasn’t fucking Cade, but there was more to it. My gut told me that much.
“You’d be a total bottom,” Axel mumbled, his head never coming off the table.
“He’s in the closet for most people,” Finn said. When Declan glared at him, he added, “Cade, not Declan. He’s a little more comfortable around wolves because no one is snapping pictures, but he’s not out-out. You know what I mean? Like he’ll go to town making Declan lumbersnack jokes—”
“Excuse me,” Maverick interrupted, dropping into a chair and inserting himself into the conversation. “What’d you just call him?”
“Jesus fuck,” Declan grumbled.
“He’s a lumberjack, and he’s a total snack,” Raven replied happily. She grabbed his chin and squished his cheeks. “He’s a lumbersnack. Just look at this face! He’s so handsome. I could just eat him.”
She growled and bit his cheek. I chuckled at the way my brother blushed, his face damn near matching his flannel.
“God, where was this piece of information all our fucking lives?” Maverick demanded, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
“We need t-shirts,” Axel chimed in.
“Birthday party t-shirts,” Lucas suggested, tipping his drink in Sam’s direction.
“No,” Declan cut in.
“Fuck yes,” Sam said. “Wear them underneath flannel.”
“Fuck no,” he insisted. “You leave my flannel alone.”
“What if it’s an itty bitty flannel skirt?” Raven smiled, fluttering her lashes at him.
“That damn skirt,” he growled.
