Page 49 of Breathless With Her

I liked the movies, loved the comics, but I really had no idea how Marvel movies went with people’s sex lives.

“I figured it was time for a family meal, and it’s easier for you guys to come up here, rather than for us to go down there. But we’ll take turns.”

“Caleb’s getting a bigger house, so we’ll be able to fit all of us at some point.”

“I know he’s in the kitchen with Amelia and Thea, but do you know why he finally quit his job and is settling down here for another pension?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Nope. And I’m not going to ask.”

I met Dimitri’s gaze. “Really? You’re not going to meddle?”

“I may be the big brother, but you’re more meddling than I am.”

“I’m not that bad,” I said, scrunching my brow.

“You are that bad,” Amelia said, walking in with a glass of wine in her hand. She’d tied her dark hair back from her face and put it into some kind of messy bun at the crown of her head. She was always working so hard these days. I rarely saw her. Though I had seen her the week before at Mrs. Murphy’s bakery when I was there to try and help Erin, even though Erin hadn’t wanted my help.

No, I wasn’t going to be that person. At least, not now.

“Dimitri’s worse than I am,” I said quickly.

“Actually, you’re pretty much the same.”

“Hey,” Dimitri and I said at the same time. We stared at each other, clearly not knowing who should be more offended. It should be me. Right?

“Oh, come on, Dimitri lives in Colorado Springs so now he just FaceTimes and texts and calls to make sure that I’m doing what I need to and exhibiting proper behavior.” Amelia rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine.

“My honey bunny talking about proper behavior?” Thea said, walking in with a plate of cheese.

The fact that my brother’s woman was holding a plate of cheese was not surprising in the least. I was pretty sure if cheese could be another part of their relationship, much like Marvel, they would be in some weird foursome that I wanted nothing to do with. They were both quirky and adorable. And I loved it.

It was good to see Dimitri happy. He hadn’t been happy with his ex-wife. Not really. But none of us had said anything. Because it hadn’t been our place. And, at the time, we had thought he was happy.

We’d been wrong. So wrong.

“Honey bunny?” Dimitri asked, raising a single brow. I couldn’t do that. Apparently, it was hereditary, but only Dimitri could do it with that level of perfection. He must practice it in front of a mirror for hours. I wouldn’t put it past him.

“What? I enjoy trying out new phrases. And you’re just as bad as Devin. Caleb’s pretty bad, too. As is Amelia.” Thea just grinned as we all glared at her. “What? You all home in on each other’s business, are all overprotective in different ways, and you want what’s best for each other. It’s like you’re Montgomerys.”

“We’re Carrs,” Caleb grumbled as he walked in, beer in hand. He leaned against the doorframe, a little separate from us but still part of the group. Classic Caleb.

“I know you’re Carrs. I’m just saying that you’re a very strong family. Therefore, you’re always going to be in each other’s business and wanting what’s best for one another. Now, who wants cheese?”

“You know I do,” Dimitri said, meeting Thea’s gaze with a heated look.

“Okay, stop eye-fucking over the cheese,” I grumbled, taking the plate from her.

“Now that’s an image I never want in my brain again,” Caleb said, snorting before taking a slice of Havarti and a cracker.

“There are four types of cheeses, but I have two spares if none of these work for you.”

“So, you brought an entire smorgasbord of cheese to my house?” I asked, taking a bite of Brie on a piece of toasted bread. Thea had added a little bit of honey to the top, and I pretty much almost came in my jeans just then.

Dear God, I was becoming one of them with their cheese. I needed help. Or I just needed more cheese.

“Of course, I brought cheese,” Thea said, giving me an innocent look. There was nothing innocent about any of us in the room. But that was fine. “Why would I leave the house without cheese?”

“Or baked goods,” Amelia said, munching on a piece of aged cheddar. “She brought dessert.”

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