Page 282 of The Winslow Brothers

“Ty, it’s your own fault that the whole family, includingyou, automatically assumes any new woman at family dinner is here with you.”

“That’s because he’s a manwhore.”

“Jude!” our mom snaps. “Language! There are little ears at the table!”

More commotion fills the room, more chatter and laughter from my family, but my brain is too busy trying to understand the fact that Flynn has a wife.

My heart pounds erratically inside my chest, and my mind races with Cleo’s stupid words.“Well, my handsome professor, you’re about to see fate work her magic with another one of your brothers. And then, she’ll move to you.”

Sweet mother of mercy, I thought those fuckers would have the courtesy to haunt me for a year or two. You know, burrow inside my brain like little parasites. But proving themselves truetonight? Without even giving me time to take a breath? That’s pure evil.

“You know you’ve got problems when you don’t even know which woman at the family function is yours.” My uncle Brad’s voice breaks through the ringing inside my ears. “Now, Ty, please remember, this woman right here is your aunt Paula. My wife.”

Frankly, I don’t even know what I respond to that. It’s as if my mouth is currently on autopilot while my brain tries to make sense of the bomb Flynn just dropped in my sister’s dining room.

The room erupts into obnoxious laughter, most likely on my account, but I couldn’t care less. I mean, Flynn ismarriedand Cleo’s not a sham?

If there was one Winslow brother whom I was certain Cleo’s predictions wouldn’t come true for, it was Flynn, more so than even myself. He’s a broody, reserved bastard who never dates, never brings women around, and acts completely fine with being alone.

If he’s not safe, what does that mean for Remy?

And more importantly,me?

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