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Beau was sprawled in a chair at the huge table with Reath. We were waiting for Kavner, Dante, and Mila to arrive.
“Let’s see what other embarrassing stories I have about teenage Colton.” Reath tapped a finger against his lips.
“Stop it,” Colt growled. “Or I’ll share some stories about you.”
Reath just smiled. “I’m an angel.”
Beau snorted. “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You’re just good at not getting caught.”
“Who’s lying?” Kav sauntered in.
I blinked. It was the first time I’d seen the billionaire in jeans. They fit him perfectly, and he wore them with a blue button-down that made his eyes stand out.
He was carrying a white box in his hands.
“I brought dessert.” He whirled into the kitchen and kissed Lola’s cheek. “To give this lovely woman a bit of a break.”
“You bought it, right?” Lola asked. “You didn’t bake.”
“Lola, are you insinuating that my cooking skills are lacking?”
“Yes,” his brothers all echoed together.
Kav pressed a hand to his heart. “I’m wounded.”
He didn’t look wounded.
“I also thought the lovely Macy deserved something sweet.” He winked at me.
I smiled, just as Colt clamped a hand on my shoulder. When I looked up, he was scowling at Kavner. “Well, I love dessert. As long as there’s no coconut. I’m allergic.”
“No coconut in sight. It’s Amaretto cheesecake from Angelo Brocato.”
Beau swiveled. “Fuck, I love their cheesecake.”
“Uncle Beau!” Daisy piped up, proving young ears always heard what you didn’t want them to hear.
“Add it to my swear jar tab, Dai,” Beau said.
“No wine?” Colt asked Kav.
“No. Dante’s bringing some new local whiskey that’s he’s started stocking at the club. Mila said she’d make cocktails.”
“Where are they?” Beau asked.
Reath snorted. “I don’t need three guesses to know what’s held them up.”
Sure enough, five minutes later, the couple appeared.
“Sorry we’re late.” Mila Clifton hurried in, bags in hand. “We got sidetracked.”
Since Mila’s cheeks were flushed, and her brown-gold hair was sporting a style commonly known as sex hair, it was pretty easy to guess where that sidetrack had taken them.
Dante followed her; he had a sort of a prowl that made a woman give him a look or three. He had dark hair, a short, dark beard, and right now, a satisfied smile.
“I’m going to make cocktails.” Mila set the bags down on the island and started pulling out bottles.
Dante tugged her hair. “Once a bartender, always a bartender.”
