“Why would they?” she asked. “We’re partners. I’m crashing in your guest room until?—”
“Give it a rest, woman,” Hawk said. “We got you.”
Addison’s reassuring smile let her know their secret was safe.
As the crowd made their way toward the exits, Honor hurried over. “Welcome to the real Liliana.”
Brit smiled. “I’ve got a great surprise for you. We’re having a sisters’ night in tonight. Please tell me you’re free.”
A smile exploded on Honor’s face. “I would love that.”
“Order whatever you want from the hotel menu,” Rebel suggested. “We’ll chill in the lounge while the order is filled.”
Honor squealed. “I’ve never had a sistersanything. Jammies?”
Brit and Addison laughed. “Absolutely jammies.”
Joaquin
Rebel and Hawkset down the bags of food on the kitchen island at Hawk’s townhouse.
“Who’s coming over?” Rebel asked as he poured whiskey into two glasses.
“Everyone,” Hawk replied.
“Z too?”
“He said he was.”
“He told me to stay away from his daughter.”
Hawk chuckled. “He’s super protective, but he’ll come around.”
“Whad’ya make of their sister and Jordan?” Rebel asked.
“Honor seems sweet. She looked to Jordan a lot.” Hawk lifted the lowball glass. “Cheers for finding your person.”
“You wanna ratchet that back some, brother?”
“I thought she was the one.”
“I’m not sure she’d marry me, and she doesn’t want kids.”
“Why’s that?”
“Did you meet the mother?” Rebel asked.
“Liliana’s a piece of work.” Hawk set the carry-out containers from Rebel’s hotel restaurant on the counter. “Are you willing to give up children?”
“Too soon to call it,” Rebel replied.
“Stryker Truman and Cooper Grant are approaching the front door,” the computer announced.
The doorbell rang, the door swung open, and the men walked in laughing.
“You gotta tell the guys,” Stryker said.
“I was telling Stryker about a wedding planner who turned out to be a nightmare,” Cooper said.