“I didn’t know we were friends.”
All she offers back is a cool shrug as she picks up her glass of wine and takes an unaffected sip. “Family, I guess. Kindred spirits? We’re not so different, you and me. I like to see us fucked-up people pull ourselves out of our own shit.”
“We probably need therapy,” I joke quietly.
Winter nods. “Not probably. Definitely.”
“You’re not nearly as mean as everyone made you out to be, ya know?” I lean over just enough to bump my shoulder against hers.
Her lips curve up as she takes another sip of her white wine. Then she bumps my shoulder back. “And you’re not nearly as dumb as everyone made you out to be.”
I snort. She is kind of mean, and yet I’m charmed. Theo turns to glance at us, and when his eyes catch on Winter, they soften. They warm.
I know how that look feels, but seeing it is something else entirely.
I turn back to Bailey, loving the way she thrives in this environment. My family has become hers. And hers has gone radio silent since she left town. Which is a good thing. Bless them for being the perfect combination of too dumb and too lazy to bother harassing her if it requires any effort on their part. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
Stirred to action by that thought, I clank my knife against my glass. “Everyone shut up! I have an announcement to make.”
Winter scoffs beside me, but everyone else quiets down.
Except Rhett—leave it to him to make it into a fight. “This isn’t the military, bonehead. I don’t take orders from you.”
Summer groans and gazes up at the ceiling. “Why are you like this?”
“Should we take it outside like when we were kids, then?” I quirk a brow at my little brother. Shit disturber that he is.
Rhett laughs. “No chance. You’ll kick my ass with your James Bond shit. I’m wild, not stupid.”
Winter scoffs again, but just keeps drinking. I see Theo stifle a laugh behind his fist.
“Take Cade with you,” Willa whispers as loudly as possible to Rhett from across the table while bouncing a baby on her lap. “A tag team situation. And I’ll watch. Or referee. Whatever you call it, I don’t care. It’s hot when he gets mad, so I’m all in on this idea.”
“I’m on Uncle Beau’s team!” my nephew, Luke, announces.
I point at him. “Smart, kid.”
“At this rate, we’ll just be a bunch of skeletons sitting around the table by the time he makes his announcement,” Jasper says. “We’ll die never knowing what it is he meant to say because you all were planning a Royal Rumble in Bailey’s new house.” His eyes dance with amusement from across the table as he takes a swig of his shitty, cheap beer with a dog on the label.
“I hate you.”
Jasper grins at me, reaching to take Sloane’s hand. “Hate you too, bro.”
“Listen, I’ll be the first of us to turn into a skeleton,” Harvey pitches in. “Out with it.”
Silence descends, and Bailey goes tense beside me.
“So … this isn’t just Bailey’s house. It’s mine too. I’m moving here and starting a new job with the fire department.” I glance over at Cade. “Sorry, man, this is my two weeks’ notice.”
He just grunts. “That’s fine. You’re the worst employee I’ve ever had.”
I roll my eyes and forge ahead. “So I—we—won’t be living on the ranch anymore. We’ll come hang out sometimes, but this is home base now.”
Everyone is quiet. Watchful.
My dad speaks first. “That’s your announcement?”
My brows furrow. “Yeah.”
“That’s the stupidest announcement I’ve ever been fool enough to get excited about.”
Jasper wheezes a laugh and tries to cover it with his hand.
“No, listen. Winter announcing her baby’s secret paternity at a family dinner? That was an announcement.”
“Gotta win at something sometimes, I guess,” she mutters from beside me.
“Me telling you all that Cordelia and I are together? That’s an announcement.”
A table-wide intake of breath sounds out. Cordelia covers her face with her palm, but Harvey ignores it all.
“But you and your fiancée buy a house—a damn nice house—in the city, where she’s going to be spending the next, what? Seven years, at least? And you’re announcing this to us like it isn’t the most obvious thing in the world? Y’all are a bunch of attention seekers. Or dumb. I’m not sure. Either way, just wild.” He shakes his head.