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“You get a lot of dick pics?” I raise a brow. “You know Cannon would be pissed if he knew that’s what it was.”

“Versus what? Random peen off Google.” She waves a dismissive hand. “I can handle myself. Now tell me, why are you back here? Out of all of you, I figured you were the one who’d never come back.”

“Not Rush?” I retort.

Her eyes grow sad. “I didn’t think he’d come back either.”

“I wanted to see my mom,” I tell her honestly. “How are your parents?”

“Marty and Debra are great.” I give her a look. “Dad and Mom are great—better?”

“Much,” I say, studying her. She looks the same as I remember, only a little older. She has the same dark hair and green eyes as Cannon, but where he’s big and muscular she’s short and curvy.

Alice delivers my order to the table along with an order for Calista.

“I’m not buying your breakfast,” I tell her.

She pretends to pout. “Not even for your favorite not-really-yours little sister?”

“Nope,” I laugh.

She shakes her head. “Always such a jerk.”

“Always so nosy,” I counter.

“True, true,” she says, unrolling utensils from the napkin wrapped around them. She takes a bite of her eggs and says around a mouthful, “But you all love me.”

“Actually, we find you annoying as shit,” I joke.

“Ha, ha, ha,” she fake laughs. “Oh,” she says, and reaches for her bag. She pulls out an envelope and slides it across the table to me. “Make sure and give that to my brother—when he goes to open it record that shit and send it to me.”

“What’d you do?” I ask, reluctantly taking the envelope.

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing too bad. Promise. It’ll be hilarious, though.”

I glance down at the envelope. “It’s not going to … explode is it?”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m the stupid one?” I retort.

“One time—one fucking time,” she holds up one finger, “I thought I had a penis. I was two. You have to let it go.”

“No, never happening.”

She groans.

“You asked to see mine,” I continue.

“Oh my God.” She covers her face. “Again, I was two.”

“You still asked.”

She picks up her plate. “I’m going to another table.”

“Aw, come on. You know I’m only kidding.”

She shakes her head. “One brother by blood—but I have three more I didn’t ask for.”


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