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He hangs up before I can ask him to expand.
Shit. I didn’t think missing one practice would be a big deal. Football is my life. I can’t get kicked off the team. I press the gas down and speed toward practice.
Chapter 22
Nothing is ever simple on Smuggler’s Hideaway.
Addy
Penelope glances up from her book. This one is on growing wheat in arid areas. “Why is everyone gathered in front of the window?”
“We’re waiting for Gage,” Mila says.
Penelope frowns. “Is he coming for dinner?”
“Addy and Gage have a date.”
Penelope wrinkles her nose in confusion. “Why are you waiting for Gage if he’s going on a date with Addy?”
“If he kisses her, we have to shout.”
I groan. “Who told you such a thing?”
Mila points at Otis.
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow at my brother.
He shrugs. “It’s my brotherly obligation.”
“He’s suddenly all about brotherly obligations,” Penelope mutters.
I hold up a hand before Otis can respond. “No arguing.”
She slams her book shut and stands. “Fine. But I’m not listening to him tonight.”
“But I’m the babysitter,” Otis hollers after her.
I frown at him. “You couldn’t let it go?”
He smirks. “Brotherly obligations.”
“He’s here!” Mila shouts before rushing to the door and flinging it open. Gage lifts her up and throws her into the air. She giggles in response.
“Don’t drop her.”
Gage grins at me before setting Mila on her feet.
She stomps her foot. “But I was having fun. I never get to have any fun.”
“If she has a temper tantrum, I’m not babysitting,” Ottis mutters.
Gage kneels down in front of her. “If you promise to behave, you can come to one of my practices next week.”
“Can I come, too?” Otis asks.
“Everyone can come. It’ll be a family affair.”
A family affair? My heart spasms. I want to give this man, who grew up with no one, a family. Even if the family is a bunch of annoying siblings.
