Page 49 of Cause of Action

“You are so beautiful.” Calista smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She extended her hand.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.” I smiled, even though I didn’t know what was happening.

“I can’t believe our son brought a girl to dinner.” Pippa smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.”

“Believe it, Mom. It happened,” Parker said.

“Excuse us. We’re going to help Katherine with dinner,” Calista spoke.

“What the hell is happening here?” I cocked my head at Roman.

“First dinner with our father and Love last night, and now this. I wouldn’t blame you if you ran for the hills.” Julian laughed.

“Knock it off, douchebag,” Roman said. “Katherine is my birth mother, Calista is Julian’s, and Pippa is Parker’s.”

“Our father was seeing all three of them and knocked them up at the same time,” Parker said.

“Our birthdays are May, July, and September. Welcome to our dysfunctional family,” Julian said.

“After our mothers found out about each other, they dumped our father and forged a powerful friendship. They bought houses next door to each other so the three of us could grow up together and be close.”

“They each had a hand in raising us,” Parker spoke. “All three of us are their sons, not just the one they gave birth to.”

“Wow.” My brows raised in disbelief. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I stared at the three of them.

“Yep,” Roman said.

“Dinner’s ready.” Pippa smiled, walking into the living room. “Let’s eat.”

We went into the dining room and sat around the table. That explained why they all looked the same age—they were.

“Had dinner at Dad’s last night,” Julian said. “Do you three know about Love?”

“Of course, we know about love, darling. What a silly question.” Calista smiled.

“I’m not talking about that love. I’m talking about the woman Dad moved into his house. Her name is Love.”

“For fuck’s sake. Is she a stripper?” Katherine asked.

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Pippa glanced at her.

“Sounds like she lacks brain cells if she moved in with him,” Calista said.

“Him and his pencil dick.” Katherine laughed, holding up her pinky finger.

“Mom, that’s enough,” I said. “Have you forgotten we have a guest here?”

“Right?” Parker said. “We don’t need to hear about Dad’s, you know what.”

“Dick?” Pippa popped her lips.

“Ma, stop it!” Julian frowned, and I laughed.

“We’re so sorry, Morgan,” Katherine said.

“For what?” I asked.

“That you had to endure their father and his whore’s company last night.”

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