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Maverick!

Maverick

I might have mentioned something to my dad about you.

Amelia and Annabelle walk into the room with wine and cupcakes and devious smiles, and I brace for whatever is about to come.

Emmie

You don’t pay me enough for this.

Maverick

They’re going to love you.

I’m going to kill him.

Maverick

Iwait until Jamie is in the shower before I FaceTime Emmie later that night.

The phone rings once. Twice. And I start to wonder if she’s already asleep before she finally picks up. Her beautiful face comes into focus. Dark wet hair hangs around her shoulders, and her fresh face is free of makeup and so damn pretty. “Did they leave?”

She adjusts the phone and leans back against a bright white pillow, and I get a great shot of the low-cut neckline of a pale pink night shirt and her cleavage pushing up against it.

Emmie’s in bed, and my mind suddenly strays from my mom and aunts to a much better place.

“Oh, they left. Your dad had to come pick them up because none of them could drive.” She shakes her head but smiles. “Like, really drunk. They finished the two bottles they brought with them, then went shopping in your wine cellar and found another one to drink and one your mom took home. She said it was for safekeeping.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I run my hand through my hair and try not to laugh, but Emmie beats me to it.

“Don’t be. They’re hilarious together. And the stories they had to share about you were priceless.” She catches her lip between her teeth and smiles, and goddamn, I want to bite that lip. “And I got to enjoy the way they talk about you and your cousins—it’s pretty amazing. You’ve got to realize I don’t have the big extended family you do, so I’ve never experienced this before.” The phone moves, and I get another boob shot. Is she doing this on purpose?

She rights the phone, and I wish she was next to me instead of hours away. “It was fun... until they asked me what my intentions were toward you.”

“Fucking hell... they didn’t.” I’m twenty-six years old, and my mom is trying to get me a girlfriend. I’m gonna kill her.

Her smile spreads, and her eyes sparkle with amusement. “Oh, but they did. Your mom wanted to know my intentions. Your aunt wanted to know if I’m Catholic and if I wanted kids. Then Annabelle asked if I knew what Amelia’s husband does for a living, and Amelia stole her wine. So I kinda want to know what the heck your uncle does, but I get the feeling I shouldn’t ask.”

“Don’t ask,” I groan. “It’s better for everyone.”

“Amelia asked if I had any sisters because she wants to find a good girl for your cousin Maddox.”

I sit back on the bed and watch the way her tits bounce when she laughs at my family. “Did you tell them about Vivi?”

“No. I didn’t get a chance to because that’s when your mom asked me if you were a generous lover, and I almost vomited.”

“Sweet fucking hell. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. When I didn’t answer and your mom wondered if you’re anything like your father, Amelia slapped her hand over Lenny’s mouth, and Annabelle fell off the couch, laughing. But let’s just say I now know how large your father’s penis is and that it gets used often.”

I’m not sure whether to be mortified or to tell her mine is bigger.

“So I kinda want to know . . .”

“Mav’s is bigger,” Jamie announces as the bathroom door slams open, and my asshole best friend laughs his ass off.

“Eww,” Emmie squeals. “Why do you know that?”

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