at our house tonight,” she announces, the truth about to slip off her delighted little tongue as she beams. “He thinks she’s in bed with a Jaeger.”
Her brothers chuckle, and Trace approaches me, grabbing his crotch. “Oh, come on, baby,” he coos down at me. “You know you own this.”
Ugh.
The Jaegers laugh again, because they know exactly where I’m sleeping tonight, and I stare at Liv, shaking my head. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Oh, immensely.” She grins, her face flush with enjoyment as she speaks to her brothers again. “I told him it was probably two of you.”
“Aw, why’d you have to go and tell him that?” Dallas teases.
She shrugs. “Everyone knows you and Iron are a team.”
“I guess our secret’s out, Dally,” Iron boasts, the brothers skimming their palms together and ending with a fist bump.
But Army speaks up. “Why doesn’t anyone ever think it’s me?”
Liv grumbles, “Because baby-mamas are too much drama.”
I laugh to myself. Army is good-looking, but yeah… No one wants to saddle that pony and be a stepmom.
“Maybe it’s Macon,” Iron adds.
I clench my teeth.
Liv nods. “Older man...”
“Experienced,” Trace taunts.
But Dallas cuts them off. “Nah, Macon doesn’t like rich princesses.”
I ball my fists, losing my patience. I don’t want the whole world to know my sex life, but I also don’t much care that it’s being insinuated that I’m sleeping with people I’m not.
“Well, it could be Macon,” Army inserts. “Because…”
And all the Jaegers sing together, “Everyone is our type when they’re naked!” Like it’s some fucking family motto or something.
Liv laughs with her brothers, all of them amused at my expense, and I’m pretty much done.
I reach over, scoop up a glob of Callum’s pie, and fling it right at Liv. It slaps into her damn chest, sticking and splattering on her chin, and she jerks, gasping.
Not so funny now, am I?
Everyone stills, barely breathing as they wait for Liv’s reaction. I lick my fingers, waiting.
“Oh, shit,” Milo whispers, covering his laugh with his hand.
Liv clears her throat and sits up. Iron moves forward, but she pushes him back as she rises. “It’s okay,” she chirps, looking between her brothers and the Saints. “No punching. No blood.” She picks up the tequila and downs a shot. “No arrests tonight. Agreed?”
I nod once. It would suck for this to get out of hand and stop being fun.
And just as she sets the bottle down and picks up the Diet Coke, I suck in a breath before she leans over the table, raises it high, and tips it over, emptying it onto my head.
“Ohhhh!” someone laughs.
Callum snaps his fingers, smiling excitedly for Amy to start filming with her camera phone, but I’m inhaling short, shallow breaths as the icy drink mattes my freshly washed hair and plasters my thin tank top to my fucking braless chest.
I’m gonna kill her.
I stand, grabbing a spoonful of whipped cream from the plate and hold it up, ready to launch it at her.
“Don’t do it.” She points her finger. “You got me. I got you. We’re even.”
Slowly, I shake my head, and I don’t care who’s checking me out in my indecent shirt right now. All I see is her.
“Uh-oh,” Trace laughs, and everyone backs away, getting ready.
I whip the spoon, the glob slamming right into her neck, and howls fill the air.
“Food fight!” Trace bellows up to the sky.
And everyone scrambles.
“Whoo-hoo!” someone screams and laughter fills the air.
Liv kicks her chair back and launches herself around the table, and I yelp, running. Trace grabs a pan of key lime, joined by his brothers, and everyone starts slinging food. Nearby diners grab their plates and jam, diving into the dining room and out of the line of fire.
“Keep filming this,” Callum shouts. “Hell yes!”
I grab someone’s abandoned beer on a table and whip around to face Liv. “Insinuating that I’m sleeping with your brother, and more than one at that?” I shout.
I shake the beer, letting it rip all over her.
She screams but then breaks into laughter. “I’m sorry!”
You are not.
I pick up anything I can find, tossing it at her, and she inches closer, holding up her hands to protect herself.
Amy films as Callum, Milo, and the guys pitch fruit salad, cakes, and drinks into the air, Liv’s family giving it back as good as they get, chasing the Saints around the patio.
It’s lucky this hasn’t evolved into a fist fight yet.
I leap over the buffet table, slipping and landing on my ass, but before I can climb to my feet,