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Brunch was always served after the last person arrived, and it appeared they’d been waiting for Grayson—ould’ve sat in his spot if he hadn’t shown up

A spurt of jealousy flared at the thought of the guy taking over his seat at the table In the fauy was older than him by about three months, so he’d already taken that position by default

Loyal’s jaw clenched with irritation It was childish to let any of it bother him He didn’t doubt his parents’ love, and he didn’t want for anything financially, both because of a generous trust fund and his own hard work, so it wasn’t like Grayson could actually take anything away fro as extre

All along, he’d told hi he gave a fuck

And that pissed hiive a fuck

His father quieted the side conversations for a quick prayer to bless theit, and then histhe first dish—to Grayson

“Why didn’t you stay here last night, Loyal?” His h with bacon and sausage “You know I hate the thought of you in a hotel”

“I’ht, he just wasn’t going to use it any for his own place sooner than later, so when his er the heck out of hi back into the fa to happen

“Is this it then?” Shelby asked “No more Texas?”

“Yeah Uncle Matt’s audit is all wrapped up, and I wanted to coht As soon as I find s shipped back”

He thought he heard a snort froaze to the guy, he was shaking his head with a snored hied to pay asoe for their work Same as he did for his own job

“We’re thrilled you’re finally home,” his mom said

“What are you doing for a job?” Grandpa Ira asked gruffly “Don’t forget, idle hands are the devil’s workshop”

Loyal gave a soft snort and arched his brows at his brother next to him

“Don’t look at me,” Merit brushed him off “I keep my hands plenty busy”