None of us are posh enough for that.
“All right,” I say, grudgingly letting him off the hook—for now. “But dinner next week. Definitely. I need to hear all about it.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He gives me an affectionate side-arm hug, then turns for the door. “Give Cass a kiss for me.”
“I will.”
He lets himself out, and I grin softly as I pad through the house toward the kitchen. It wouldn’t surprise me if the girl Caleb is seeing tonight is covered in tattoos and maybe a piercing or two. He hasn’t dated much, or at all, in the past few years, but I think I’ve gotten to know him well enough by now to guess his type.
My husbands are all gathered in the kitchen with Cassy. She’s perched on Marcus’s lap as he sits on one of the tall stools that lines the bar along one wall. Ryland leans against one of the kitchen counters while Theo rifles through the fridge, pulling out ingredients for dinner.
None of them notice me at first, and I hesitate in the doorway, just looking my fill—trying to soak up the sight and commit it to memory.
The three men are talking in low voices, the deep tones a perfect counterpoint to each other. Cassy happily plays with Marcus’s hand, her little fingers curling around his larger ones.
For a moment, my chest feels so full I almost can’t breathe. I don’t know how the fuck I got so lucky.
I grew up without a family.
But somehow, I found the perfect one.
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