“Mais bien sûr.” Ronan grins. “Remember those tits?”
“Ronan!” I scold.
“What? You didn’t show us yours, so we had to outsource it.” Ronan stares at my cleavage. “Unless you changed your mind.”
“I might.” I open more containers on the counter.
“Really?” both Ronan and Xander nearly shout.
“Really. I have one condition, though.”
“I’m in.” Xander smirks.
“Moi aussi.” Ronan swallows the food in his mouth. “Threesome anyone?”
“What’s the condition?” Xander insists.
“Wank a cactus.” I give them a smug look.
Both their expressions fall when they realise I never planned to go through with it anyway in the first place. They can be so dramatic sometimes.
“Pass.” Xander sighs.
“Silver, mon amour, your tits are beautiful but not beautiful enough to have me cause damage to Ron Astor the Second.”
“Ron Astor the Second?” I ask.
“That’s his dick.” Xander rolls his eyes.
“Ew, I can’t believe you named your dick.”
“All healthy males do. Not my problem you only get close to psychos.” Ronan grins and snatches another dessert from between my fingers to devour it as if he’s been starving.
“So, new family, huh?” Xander waggles his brows, flashing me his dimples.
“It’s just Helen.” I continue with my task.
“And Cole.” Ronan follows me like a puppy to steal from every container I open.
I swat his hands away.
“What? I’m tasting them for you, chéri. You should thank me. Anyway, where was I? Right, Cole. How could you forget him?”
It doesn’t hurt to try.
Today, I haven’t held eye contact with him. I’ve passed him by every time I can. I haven’t looked at his pressed suit Helen is so proud of. I haven’t spoken when people are congratulating us for becoming siblings.
I’ve simply kept my mouth shut and played “Moonlight Sonata” in my head. I’ve pretended I’m somewhere out of here.
Somewhere where he isn’t outside accepting congratulations and acting as if this is the happiest day of his life.
Why can’t I do that?
Just why?
“Where’s Aiden?” I ask instead.
He showed up with Uncle Jonathan, but then he disappeared somewhere out of sight.