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Dare shrugged. “Faith insisted on tuxedos, right? Besides, how can I propose to Liza if I’m not in my formal best?” he asked with an excited grin.

In that smile, Ethan saw shades of the kid brother he remembered. Lately, the sparkle in Dare’s gaze had been genuine, no longer a cover for old pain and guilt. Yep, he’d come a long way too. Liza was damned good for him, just as Kelly was for Nash.

“Congratulations,” Ethan said, slapping Dare on the back.

Nash did the same. “I just hope she’s still deluded enough to say yes.”

Dare glared at him, but Nash followed up the comment by pulling his baby brother into a hug.

“I have news too,” Nash said after a few minutes.

“Well?” Dare asked. “You going to share?”

“Kelly’s pregnant. Looks like we’ll be having kids close together,” Nash said to Ethan, beaming with pride. “It’s so early we’re only telling you guys for a while.”

The congratulations and slaps on the back began all over again. Then they talked some more before dispersing to find their better halves.

Ethan glanced around, more settled than he’d ever been, and he remembered the day he’d pulled up on this long driveway, thinking he couldn’t outrun his past. He’d been right. But all three of the Barron brothers had done something better. They’d made peace with it and with each other, enabling them to open themselves up to the future and all Serendipity had to offer.

And that was the greatest gift of all.

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JUST ONE NIGHT EXCERPT

Linc Kingston’s fatherwas a pompous jerk, a philandering womanizer, an asshole of the first order, and he was dead, leaving behind four legitimate children and one illegitimate daughter. That they knew of.

Linc spread the canceled checks he’d found weeks ago across his desk. As he’d discovered yesterday from the private investigator he’d hired, the trail had led to a sister he knew nothing about, and the information had sent him reeling. Who knew what other surprises awaited in the wake of Kenneth Kingston’s death of a heart attack a month earlier?

Picking up a glass of Macallan 18, not his first or even his second, he finished the contents. Without hesitation, he poured himself another with the bottle he’d taken from the bar in the corner of the office that had once been his father’s.

“Slow down or you’ll end up sleeping here tonight,” his brother Xander said. Feet kicked out in front of him, he leaned back in his chair.

“I have a car waiting to take me home. I can get as drunk as I want.” Linc lifted the tumbler to his lips.

Xander groaned. “Look, I get it. I’m not happy about the news either, but it’s not like we thought Dad was a stellar human being. Are you really shocked he knocked up his secretary nineteen years ago and left a daughter to show for it?”

“No.” Linc took another sip. “But I am horrified by the fact that at some point he looked up the kid’s mother, found out the child was in foster care, and left her there.” Linc’s private investigator had tracked down Tiffany Michaels and gotten the story. Linc’s stomach churned at how his sister had been treated by both of her parents.

Xander glanced up at the ceiling, adjusting his black-framed eyeglasses he wore after a long day staring at a computer screen. “I changed my mind. I could use a drink myself.”

With a shake of his head, Xander rose, walked to the bar, grabbed a tumbler, and brought it back to the desk. He picked up the bottle, poured himself a drink, and settled into his chair before indulging in a hefty gulp.

“What do Dash and Chloe say?” Xander asked of their siblings.

Of course Xander wouldn’t know how they’d taken the news. While Linc was dealing with their late father’s estate, the business he’d been helping to run for years, and the paperwork after their father’s death, Xander had been closed up in his home office writing. He was a marine turned thriller writer after his return stateside whose books had been made into blockbuster movies, and he often got lost in his own world. Linc had called him here tonight to fill him in about their sister.

He glanced at the surprise checks he’d found. Everything relating to the family real estate business banking was online. That Kenneth had obviously opened an account to hide these payments spoke volumes about what their father was capable of when it came to his penchant for deception.

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