“Is it all right?” she asks all of a sudden. “I mean, I know you’re trying to preserve your legacy and all… and there’s already Sophia…”
“You can make as many heirs as you want, Bunny,” Royce rushes to answer.
“Yeah, now that we know how fertile you are, we’re going to be trying to put a baby in you all the time!” Brock crows.
And then we all just sit there and stare at her. She does seem different. Maybe just a little brighter around the eyes. Maybe her breasts are larger. I know that every time I am with her I find her more intoxicating than the last time, but I just thought that meant I was falling for her. But maybe there’s some secret perfume to it too.
But she seems to glow. I know that is a cliché, but it’s true. She’s the brightest thing in the room. The only thing we can see.
Chapter 19
Royce
“All right, can you guys settle down please?”
Sully shrugs at me, jostling Brock and Trey who are both in a headlock, one under each arm. Since Spencer was late getting to the suite, nervous energy accumulated to critical levels and they started roughhousing. Sully never really likes to show off his MMA moves, but today he decided to make an exception, snatching Brock under his knee and swiping his feet out from under him, then tapping Trey in the solar plexus so hard he fell right over. With a guy that big, any strike packs a lot of wallop.
But the twins just kept going at him, until he was finally forced to immobilize them underneath his meaty biceps. They fought for a few seconds, arms flailing, before finally giving up and going limp.
Or maybe they’re unconscious. I sure hope not.
Spencer hurries into the room with a sheaf of papers. He drops them into the middle of the dining table and pulls out a chair to sit in.
“Okay, I think we’re good.”
“Where’s Bunny?”
“Still getting dressed,” Trey calls out from under Sully’s arm. “I asked Mrs. Webster to text me immediately if she leaves the bar. She’s having a chai latte right now.”
“Man, that’s her second one today,” Sully observes.
“Cravings,” Spencer shrugs.
The kitchen door behind me swings open, and I hear the caterers chattering in Portuguese. Since her cravings have also extended to a sudden and frequent need for Brazilian barbecue, we had a crew flown in from our property in Rio.
“Okay, can everyone sit down please?”
Sully grimaces and releases the twins, who scurry to stand up, straightening their ties and cuffs. For good measure, they dart to the other side of the dining table before taking seats, and I catch Brock rubbing his neck painfully.
“Spencer? Take it from here please.”
Spencer sits up straight, drumming his fingers on the table top.
“The issue before us is: should we make an honest woman of Bunny, by engaging her in a legally binding, if novel and unusual, ceremony of poly marriage. She’ll be our lady, and we will be her sworn husbands, from now until the end of time. Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Sully is quick to answer.
“Yes,” the twins chime in, their voices still hoarse.
“Absolutely yes,” I answer.
“I also answer yes,” Spencer says. “It’s unanimous. Who would like to ask her to come up here?”
“Already done,” Trey scoffs. “You guys have about thirty seconds to fix your ties.”
“Wait, what?” Sully barks.
Shrugging, Trey snaps his cuffs and puts his suit coat back on. “That will teach you to put me in a sleeper hold, you brute.”