Page 585 of The Winslow Brothers

Holy fucking shit.

Wide-eyed, I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out how I’m going to manage making dinner for the entire Winslow gang now.

And when should I tell Remy? Before or after dinner tonight?

Instantly, I’m reminded of the big surprise he’s planned for his brothers.

“After,” I tell myself. “Yeah, definitely after. And looks like we’re all going to be eating pizza tonight.”

Let’s hope the mysterious “C” likes pepperoni.

Remy

I press a kiss to Maria’s cheek, snag a whining Izzy off her hip, and head into the dining room, where the rest of our family is seated and ready to dive into dinner.

After she dealt with a migraine all morning, I’m glad my wife decided not to slave over a hot oven and went with ordering pizza instead.

And by the looks of my brothers’ plates, stacked up like they’re heathens, it’s safe to say no one minds that tonight’s meal was catered by the little pizzeria up the street.

Izzy whines in my arms, her little legs kicking against my hip while she tries her best to escape my hold so she can try her hand at crawling around the room.

At nine months old, my girl likes to be on the move.

“Izzy girl!” Lexi calls for her, and thankfully, Izzy spots her right away.

Seated by her high chair, her favorite cousin Lexi is waving at her, and Izzy immediately holds out her hands, letting me know exactly where she wants to go.

And I don’t hesitate to set her down, strap her in, and put a few small pieces of watermelon on her tray while Lexi keeps her entertained.

I glance at the screen of my phone, wondering where in the hell my guest of honor is, but there are no missed notifications.What the hell?

I would’ve thought she would’ve been here by now. Surely she isn’t going to stand me up, right?

From across the room, I watch as my beautiful wife takes a seat, her skin glowing with the kind of beauty that always seems to hit me square in the chest, and I decide to sit down beside her and enjoy the meal.

If she shows, she shows. If she doesn’t, well—

The doorbell rings, and three knocks sound right after it.

Fucking yes!

Maria looks over at me with a secret smile, and I hop out of my chair to go answer the door.

“Who else is coming?” I hear Jude asking behind me, and I’m practically bouncing on my fucking feet over how excited I am for him to see the answer to that question.

And when I swing open the door, I am not disappointed. There stands Cleo, with a smile on her lips.

“The feeling is mutual, Remington,” she says by way of greeting, and I laugh.

“C’mon in, Cleo. It’s time to get the band back together like you’ve wanted for so long.”

Her eyes are amused, but she follows my lead, down our entry hallway and into the dining room.

Maria is the first to notice her, and since she is well aware of the whole backstory when it comes to Cleo, she has to bite her lip to fight the urge to burst into laughter.

And then, the dominoes start to fall.

Ty’s eyes take up his whole face. “What the fuck?”

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