He pulled off his dark sunglasses and came up the stairs, wrapping Lydia in a hug. “You know me, Mom. And it’s good to be home.”

He turned away from his mother only long enough to hug his sister.

“Brat,” he said.

“Smartass,” she replied. “Good to have you home again.”

“Flynn,” Lydia said. “This is Katrina Korsova, Grant’s girlfriend. And this is Katrina’s sister, Anya.”

Girlfriend. She didn’t know how she felt about that, but she didn’t have time to think about it because Flynn took her hand and shook it.

“So, my brother’s the first of us to bring a woman home to meet Mom and Dad, huh? Nice to meet you, Katrina. You too, Anya.”

“Flynn,” Katrina said.

“Hey, Flynn,” Anya said, grinning the whole time.

“Well, come on,” Lydia said. “Let’s go eat before those steaks get cold.”

“Nice of you to have dinner on the table just as I got here. I’m starving,” Flynn said, putting his arm around his sister and walking inside behind their mother.

“Wow,” Anya said, inching close to Katrina, stopping her as everyone else headed into the dining room. “Is every Cassidy brother that good-looking?”

“They’re all too old for you, Anya,” Katrina said.

“I know that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ogle the goods. And maybe drool over them a little. Flynn is all lean muscle and dark hair and those eyes. Such an intense green. Gah. I need to take a picture of him to send to Leah. I need to take pictures of all of them. I wonder what Barrett looks like? Maybe I can get a group pic?”

Katrina shook her head and grabbed her sister’s hand. “I think you need to stick to boys your own age.”

Anya made a face. “Bleh. I don’t want a boyfriend. I’m just enjoying the eye candy.”

Sometimes, Katrina wondered about her sister. Seventeen and she hadn’t had a boyfriend yet. She’d gone out on a few dates, but mostly in groups with a bunch of friends, which Katrina had thought was just fine.

Maybe it was time to encourage her sister to spread her wings a little.

She paused behind everyone else as they all entered the dining room. What was she thinking? A few weeks ago she’d have been deliriously happy to have her little sister stay boyfriend-free. Now she wanted to encourage her to date?

Katrina was twenty-seven and had just had sex for the first time. She was doing just fine. So was Anya.

“You know what, Anya? You’re right. You don’t need a boyfriend. Not anytime soon.”

She needed to reevaluate her priorities, and fast.

Clearly, Grant was not a good influence on her.

And speaking of Grant, as they entered the room he came around the table and put his arm around her waist.

“I see you met Flynn.”

“I did. He showed up outside just as we were getting up to come in for dinner.”

“How timely of him. His stomach has a clock. He knows when a meal is being served.”

Flynn came down the hall. “Oh, and you don’t? You eat more than Tucker and me combined.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Before this devolves into another one of your infamous hot dog eating contests,” Easton said, taking his spot at the far end of the table. “Let’s sit down to eat.”

“I’d like to hear about the hot dog eating contest,” Leo said.

Leo had taken a seat across from Easton, who motioned with his head down the table. “Ask Grant. He was usually the instigator.”

“Tucker stupidly claimed he could eat more than I could. Then Flynn chimed in, and Barrett said he could eat twice as much as the three of us combined. So I challenged all of them.”

“This was when I was outside working in the garden one day,” Lydia said as she passed the salad around the table. “We were having company over that night, so I had hamburgers and hot dogs in the fridge. The boys snuck into the kitchen and took all fifteen packages of hot dogs out of the refrigerator, threw them on the stove and cooked them up, and proceeded to try and outeat each other.”

Katrina looked at Grant. “How old were you?”

Grant lifted his gaze to the ceiling, obviously thinking. Then he looked at her. “Flynn was like twelve, I think. Which would have made me eleven and Tucker and Barrett eight.”

“Foolish boys,” Lydia said. “By the time I came into the house, they’d eaten every hot dog and their faces were green. I made them all throw up outside.”




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