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My sister’s brow falls, and Liv puts a hand on her shoulder. “It’s called pregnancy brain for a reason.”

“Not that again.” Dylan sighs, shaking her head and walking back to where Logan is waiting for her.

“Try to have a sense of humor about it.” Rachel pats her arm affectionately. “It’ll all be a funny memory in just a few more months.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t have a sense of humor?” Hendrix’s voice goes loud. “She’s got Logan dressed up like a Fruit of the Loom character.”

Garrett has his phone out, snapping photos. “This will definitely be a funny memory for years.”

“Laugh all you want. I’m doing it for my lady.” Logan leans down to kiss Dylan’s red-painted cheek.

Zane adjusts his cowboy hat. “Are we ready, partners?”

The group moves in the direction of the doors, and Garrett scoops Gigi off her feet. She’s dressed as a football, and as soon as he lifts her into his arms, she begins to fuss and struggle.

He only laughs, tossing her into the air and catching her, which turns her fussing into squeals of laughter. “Let’s get out of here.”

I turn to Allie, who’s standing beside me, and when I smile, her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink.

“You look really good.” Her voice is quiet.

“So do you.” My voice is equally low, and I’d love to pull her into my arms and kiss her. Instead, I lift an elbow. “May I escort you to the fair?”

Lifting her chin she smiles, putting a white-gloved hand on my arm. “Yes, please, kind sir.”

“Sir…” I nod. “I like that.”

“Me, too,” she whispers.

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Allie

Jack Bradford looks like every Regency romance hero I’ve fallen in love with since the days I was in middle school, sneaking Julia Quinn novels in the library.

He’s so tall, and he’s always had a proud bearing. His hair is messy, which is how it would look after he’d galloped in on his trusty steed. He’s wearing a white shirt with a collar that laces, and I’d love to see his ass in those cotton breeches.

“How did you do it?” I look up at him, and he smiles, letting his eyes run over my body in a way that lifts the small hairs on my upper arms.

“An old friend who does theater. He helped me put it together.” His eyes go to the front of his coat, which he opens. “Apparently it’s not exactly right since I don’t have a waistcoat.”

“You won’t get any complaints here.” I hold his arm, gazing up at him. “You’re perfect.”

He stops, touching my cheek lightly with his finger. “You’re perfect.”

“Let’s do the maze first!” Raven calls, skipping alongsideHendrix. “I’m dying to see which characters they have running around inside.”

My throat tightens, but I don’t want to be the only one to confess I’m a little nervous about the whole thing.

I lean into Jack’s shoulder and whisper, “I wish they had a non-character option.”

He laughs, and that dimple in his cheek almost makes me swoon. “Don’t worry. I won’t let them get too close.”

“I’ll watch the babies.” Hendrix holds up a hand, guiding his wife over to Garrett and taking Gigi from his brother.

“All right, Chicken Little,” Garrett teases. “We’ll meet you at the petting zoo.”

“I’m not a baby!” Kimmie cries when Dylan tries to lead her to her uncle. “I’m almost eight years old—I can go in the hay maze, too!”

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