Page 59 of Chloé

“I don’t know about a saint,” Justin said over his shoulder. “But I’m pretty even-tempered for the most part.”

“You’d have to be in a room full of high school students all day.”

“Eh, they’re not that bad. Most the time it’s the parents that make my job difficult.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Justin got to his feet, pan in hand. “I mean, look at our fathers. You think they would’ve taken kindly to a teacher telling them that Chloé or I were failing or acting out?”

Zayne chuckled. “No. But two seconds of thinking about it and they’d probably believe that Red was running riot around a classroom.”

“Red… I like it.” Justin grinned. “And you’re right. She’s quite the handful.”

Zayne wasn’t going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole. But Ethan knew exactly where his mind had gone, judging by his smirk.

“So teaching, huh?” Zayne leaned up against the counter and crossed his arms. “You didn’t get the chef bug?”

“Definitely not.” Justin grabbed a stick of butter and cut off what he needed. “I’m only allowed to cook for themonpasta nightwhilesupervised. Let’s just say cooking is Chloé’s calling, and eating it is mine.”

He flashed a smile that was downright charming, making his dimples appear again, and it wasn’t until Ethan cleared his throat that Zayne realized he’d been staring.

Justin headed over to the stove, seemingly oblivious, as Zayne walked around to Ethan to kiss him on the cheek. “You think Julien or Robbie is the dad?”

Ethan followed his gaze back to Justin. “Ah, so that’s what you’re looking for.”

Zayne frowned. “Huh?”

“You were looking a little longer than usual.”

“Oh.” Zayne grinned. “Were you jealous?”

“No. But hissistermight’ve been.”

“Nah, I’m just a nosy shit, that’s all. Aren’t you curious?”

Ethan scraped the shallots and garlic off to the side of the cutting board and picked up a couple of sage leaves. “She definitely has a unique family, that’s for sure.”

Zayne rolled his eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“Then yes, it might’ve crossed my mind.”

“See, I knew it.”

“Shh.” Ethan chuckled.

“You were wondering just like me.”

“You could just ask.”

“Justin?” Zayne’s eyes bugged. “I don’t know the guy well enough to ask that.”

“I meant Chloé. You couldaskChloé.”

“Ask me what?”

Jesus, she was getting really good at sneaking up on a person.

“Uh, um…” While Zayne stuttered around trying to think of something he could say, Chloé handed over his club soda.

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