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“His na talk, erating the second syllable “It’s a fucking weird name, too”

“It’s not a weird naoes by Maverick and not Mav or Rick or so”

Morgan rolled the big brown eyes she’d inherited from our mother “Let’s drop it, shall we? Where is Landon anyway?”

As if on cue, er brother Landon schlepped into the room His wife, Miranda, followed in his footsteps in the saan She returned the look, saying a lance

“Hey, Landon,” Austin said when he realized neither of us were going to say shit since Miranda was here

“Hey,” Landon said, sinking into a seat next to Austin

He looked beat

Landon was the only one of us who didn’t work for the coht Construction, and Sutton would once she graduated—or that had been the plan before she got pregnant Now, I’d probably have to hire Maverick in her place, so she could take care of that baby

Landon had graduated from Stanford—unlike the rest of our fa in the 1920s—but instead of putting his business degree to good use, he had joined the professional golf circuit That hen he’d met Miranda They’d dated for only sixwith Sutton, we’d all sworn that Miranda was pregnant and using him for his money But when she hadn’t had a baby ninebaffled

It was one thing to irl like Miranda for a baby You had to take care of the kid That always fucking ca to irl like Miranda because you liked her—or, fuck, loved her

“Well, what a happy reunion this is,” Miranda said She eyed us all like she was trying to figure out hoiggle ht as well have been actual dollar signs in her eyes

“Miranda,” Austin said He stood and gave her a quick hug “Good to see you”

“Thanks, Austin,” she said with a giggle

Austin, the peacekeeper That used to be Landon but not anymore Not since the wicked bitch had sunk her claws into him

As a h a brutal divorce already, I couldn’t figure out why Landon hadn’t handed over the paperwork Being around Miranda for a solid five an lose her shit I hated that Landon always looked like someone had kicked his puppy

I’d been there I knehat that was like I did not want hi I had Or end up with the same consequences

“Coan,” Miranda trilled “I’m sure Sutton will need us with the other bridesmaids”

“I’m sure Why don’t you head over there and tell her I’ll be just athe slow voice she typically reserved for small children

Miranda shot her an evil glare Or maybe that was her face I could never tell