Page 58 of Playboy

The way the oldest Langfield brother looks back at him like he’s an imbecile makes the entire group of us go quiet.

“You have input into the schedule?” Gavin whisper-hisses, brows furrowed.

Beckett merely shrugs, gaze cutting to me. “You’re welcome.”

“Is she coming tonight?” I ask him.

Liv smirks. “Her response to the invite was ‘and spend more time with Beckett than I have over the last two weeks? No thanks.’”

Everyone laughs, even me, though disappointment settles in my stomach. I was really hoping to see her today.

Millie snuggles beside me on the outdoor couch again as the rest of the group falls back into conversation. “Why not text her and tell her you miss her?”

I frown down at my sister. “Am I that obvious?”

“You’re my twin. I can sense these things. I’ve never seen you like this.” She glances at the words on my chest again, and her lips curl into a smile. “You seem really happy about the baby.”

“I am.” For the next several minutes, I tell her how the last few weeks have been and how I didn’t freak out when I found out I was going to be a dad.

“That’s how I felt the moment I met Vivi.”

Vivi was left on Gavin’s doorstep as an infant, and Gavin and Millie officially adopted her last year. She’s their entire world.

“But you had Gavin. The two of you—” I shake my head. For as much shit as I give her, it’s more than obvious they’re soulmates. The way they look at one another, the way they rally and support each other, it’s rare. All the guys here tonight have that. Hannah and I are constantly surrounded by a group of inspiring couples.

“You don’t think you could have that with Hannah?” My sister pulls back and studies me.

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I think if she gave me a chance, we could be amazing. I’m just not sure how to get her to give me that chance.”

Millie sighs. “You’ll figure it out. God, I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad.”

She throws her arms around me, and I allow my twin to ease some of the tension I’ve been feeling. Maybe she’s right. I’ll figure it out somehow.

“How didyou get Liv to fall for you?”

It’s after eight, and the backyard is aglow with twinkling lights. War and Ava took their kids home, but the rest of the women have disappeared inside for dessert while the guys are gathered around Beckett’s fire pit with cigars and glasses of whiskey.

Beckett leans forward. “You’re looking for ways to woo Hannah?”

“Oh no,” Gavin grumbles. “You woke the beast.”

Aiden swats at him. “Come on, it’s fun to watch Beckett work his magic.”

Gavin groans. “Stop feeding his ego.”

“It’s about little things and the big gestures,” Beckett says, ignoring his brother.

I straighten, elbows on the armrests of my chair. “What kind of little things did you do?”

Gavin chuckles. “He got her drunk and conned her into marrying him.”

Beckett grunts. “Then I bought a case of the wine we were drinking that night and made sure we have enough bottles to last us a lifetime. The little things likethatare what keep a woman happy.”

“I kept Millie plenty happy when I bought out the bar we were in so we could have some privacy,” Gavin says, brow arched.

“You did?” I lean back in my chair and bring my cigar to my lips. “That’s romantic. Did she think it was romantic?” Millie didn’t tell me this story, though when it comes to the interactions between the two of them, less information is always best.

Gavin wipes at his smile. “Sure. I think she was satisfied by the gesture.”

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