His hand came around my shoulder, and he grazed his thumb along my collarbone. I didn’t miss the way Cage watched the movement and then smirked when his gaze locked with mine.
He freaking knew something was up because the Reynolds brothers always knew what was going on with one another.
I looked up to see Alana smiling at Gracie, and I was grateful that at least she didn’t know what was going on.
Siblings were one thing. Parents would be another. They would never understand what we were doing. Hell, I didn’t understand it.
But I knew one thing—I couldn’t wait to do it again.
“I’m not sure if Georgia let you all know, but she’d like to host Thanksgiving this year at their home,” Alana said.
“Oh, man. She doesn’t cook as good as you do,” Cage groaned, shaking his head.
“Hey. I’m a great cook.”
“Your specialty is gummy bears,” Finn said over his laughter.
“I love Aunt Georgie’s gummy bears. She gots all the colors at her house.”
“Yeah, my dentist just said I have my first cavity, and I’m fairly certain it’s from all the jars of candy you keep at the house,” Hugh said.
“You do know that you don’t have to eat handfuls every time you come over, right?” Maddox smirked.
“Mom is coming over to do most of the cooking. I just thought it would be fun to have a pickleball tournament.”
“It’s freaking Thanksgiving. Can we not turn it into a competition? I just want to eat good food and watch the game.” This came from Cage again, and Brinkley balled up her napkin and tossed it at him.
“First Thanksgiving as a couple,” Finn said, grazing his lips against my ear, and I sucked in a breath. “I know what you’re going to be thankful for after tonight.”
“Finn,” I hissed over my laughter, looking up to meet his gaze. “You talk a big game.”
“How about we get out of here soon?” He waggled his brows.
I nodded slowly before feeling eyes on me. I turned to see Hugh and Cage watching us with big, goofy grins on their faces as everyone else was involved in their own side conversations.
I raised a brow and looked between them. “You two are up to no good.”
“I was going to say the same to you,” Cage said.
“You do seem like you’re in a hurry to get out of here.” Hugh barked out a laugh.
“We’re anxious to get home and take the horses for a ride,” I said, reaching for my teacup and taking a sip.
“That’s not the only thing you’re going to ride,” Finn said against my ear, and I spewed tea all over the table.
I coughed hard, and Finn rubbed my back as I reached for my napkin.
“Ree Ree, are you okay?”
“Yep. It just went down the wrong tube.”
“Don’t talk about boobs at the table. It turns me on,” Finn whispered in my ear again, not a care in the world that I’d just embarrassed myself after the last thing he’d said.
“I said tube.” I turned to face him and shook my head.
“Well, I guess you can’t say words that rhyme with boob either.”
“You’re ridiculous. No more crazy talk until we leave here.” I cleared my throat just as a loud ruckus had us all turning to see Mr. Larson walking into the back room, carrying what looked like a small version of a wedding cake.
It was three tiers with white icing and pink flowers running around each layer of cake. There was a figurine on the top with brown curls, wearing a princess gown.
“Hey there, y’all. Miss Gracie, your uncle Finny sent over a special cake in honor of your tea party.”
“You dicknut,” Cage hissed under his breath. “You got a five-year-old a wedding cake. You know I don’t like her to eat too much sugar because it always makes her cry after.”
“She pointed it out to me a few weeks ago in the window at Larson’s bakery.”
“So, you just bought it for her?”
“Yes. Exactly. And so what if she cries a little after? You can get in touch with your feminine side, brother. Plus, everyone loves cake. So, let’s cut the cake and get a move on.” Finn stood and moved around the table to hug Gracie while everyone gaped at the sweet monstrosity. My chest squeezed as I watched him. He’d always been that guy. If we were with a group of friends in high school and someone said they were hungry, Finn would appear out of nowhere with a sandwich for them. He genuinely loved to do things for others, and it was one of my favorite traits about him.