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Izzy flashed an evil smirk at him over her shoulder. “You mean the one with his naked behind on full display? You bet I do.”
Miles was still chuckling to himself when they entered the kitchen. His stomach twisted a little at the sight of Drake and Roman chatting as they made a potato salad.
Drake brightened when he saw Miles. “Hey.” He came over to hug him.
Miles stiffened slightly before relaxing in his hold. “Hi.”
For once, the smile he gave Drake and Roman was as genuine as the ones they offered him. It had been especially hard for him to accept that Drake was engaged and would soon marry Roman. But he couldn’t deny the truth before his eyes: the two men were clearly crazy about each other.
It’s just one more thing I’ll have to come to terms with.
Tristan waved a spatula at him where he was cooking steaks at the range. “Want a soda?”
“I’ll get it.” Miles took the drink out of the refrigerator. He looked around curiously. “Where’s Wyatt?”
“He was here a minute ago,” Izzy muttered.
“Ten bucks says he and Nathan are making out in the den,” James drawled where he handled the fryer.
Roman grinned.
Wyatt and Nathan Hardy returned looking suspiciously flushed just as Izzy took a tray of freshly baked bread out of the oven. The rest of the Terrible Seven turned up with their partners before she could tell her brother and his fiancé off.
The only one missing was Carter Wilson. The Hollywood movie star was on a shoot in Europe. His husband Elijah came with their adopted daughter Maisie instead.
“Is this really going to be Carter’s last movie?” Finn West asked curiously.
Elijah made a complicated expression as he cut Maisie’s meat. “Yeah. It was the last project he was contracted to do before the whole scandal with Mira broke out. He’ll be starting his role as an executive producer in the New Year.”
Izzy and the others had brought Miles up to speed with the major events he’d missed over the last twelve years so he knew about Carter and Mira Peters, the movie producer who’d disgraced herself after she’d attempted to blackmail Carter into resuming the affair they’d had at the start of his career.
Miles still found it hard to believe that the Carter Wilson he knew had become a world-renowned actor. To him, Carter would always be the cheeky boy with hazel eyes and a dazzling smile that almost always got him out of trouble.
Hunter Thomson stole a fry from Theo Miller’s plate. “I bet his legion of fans aren’t happy about that. Carter is ridiculously popular with guys and gals.” He pointed the thin strip of fried potato at Elijah. “You might get hate mail.”
Roman snorted. “Between Carter andLa Petite Bouche Gourmande,I’d choose Elijah’s cakes any day.”
“Yeah, I think Elijah’s safe,” Alex Hancock-West drawled. “Besides, he’s just as stunning as Carter. I’m surprised Carter doesn’t get hate mail for having laid claim to California’s hottest pastry chef.”
Elijah flushed at their grins.
“I’m gonna marry Papa Elijah when I grow up,” Maisie said confidently.
“I thought you were planning on marrying your Uncle Miles,” Izzy reminded the little girl drily.
Miles blinked, nonplussed. “She is?”
“Yup.” Drake took a swig of his drink. “The kid made the declaration at your homecoming party, just before you got there.”
Maisie squirmed in her chair and bit her lip. She leaned closer to Elijah. “Can I marry you both?” she whispered.
Elijah’s mouth pressed to a trembling line as he pretended not to laugh. “I don’t think that’s going to be possible, sweetheart,” he said in a strangled voice.
Maisie’s face fell. She squinted at Miles.
“Wait for me, Uncle Miles.”
Miles bit the inside of his cheek hard as Elijah’s expression fell. Izzy and Roman’s shoulders quivered.
