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Or maybe like everyone iswatching.
I've heardrumors.
Rumors about them putting on shows at sexclubs.
But I'mnotsure.
Bella looks like such a nice girl. It's hard to believe she's as perverted asJoelis.
Piper clears herthroat.
Bella and Joelignoreher.
"They make me look uptight because I don't want their bodily fluids on my furniture,"Pipersays.
Kit wraps his arms around her. "Baby, you're notuptight.Just…"
"Just…" Her brow furrows. "Justwhat?"
"It's cute, how much you hate hearing about your brothers' sex lives." He leans in to press his lips to hers. "Even with themsettleddown."
"It's not cute," shemumbles.
He murmurs something into her ear and kissesherhard.
She sighs as she pulls back. Her cheeks flush. Herchest.
She turns to us and pushes her blonde hair behind her ears. "I was just saying… congrats. And, um, time for cake!" She points to the pink cake box sitting on the table. "We have sparkling cider. And Joel brought champagne. It's in the fridge. Should I getitout?"
"I will," Violet offers. "You want to cut the cake,Piper?"
"Okay!" Piper squeals. She stares at the pink box like it contains all the secrets to happiness. "How about we put on some coffee to go with this. And um, a pot of tea." She looks to me and Mal. "Green tea,right?"
"Chai," Violet insists. "We need something spicy to go withthecake."
"Cake goes with cake," Piper says. "But whatever makes the newly engaged couplehappy."
"Chai is perfect," Iagree.
Mal nods to Violet. "Withalmondmilk?"
"How else?" She moves into the kitchen and startsfixingtea.
Ethan follows. He wraps his arms around her waist and leans in to whisper in her ear. Eventually, he pries himself away to grab the bottle ofchampagne.
Piper opens the cake box, grabs the pastry knife, and cuts a giant slice. She's careful about sliding it onto a plate and handing it to me and Mal. "Take the firsttaste."
Mal picks up a fork. He slides it into the cake and brings it to my mouth. "Afteryou,baby."
I nod and take my first bite. It's perfect carrot cake—rich, spicy, and just a littlesweet.
I lick the last drop of frosting from my lips then I take the fork, scoop a bite, and bring it toMal'slips.
He holds my gaze as he licks it off the fork. How can the man make eating cakelooksexy?
It'swrong.
When he's done, he sets the fork and theslicedown.
