she called to the boys in the tree house, “go on in the house with Kylie and wash your hands.”
As the boys hurried to do as they were told, Jude asked Toby, “Has Angie decided upon a career yet?”
“No, she hasn’t.”
“Don’t let that stop you,” Galen said. “Look at her. She’s smoking hot.”
His oldest brother certainly had that right. Toby studied the lovely brunette crossing the lawn in that white sundress. She had on the denim jacket now, as well as those cowboy boots. So she’d covered up her arms and shoulders. But she still looked good.
In fact, she looked amazing in whatever she wore—especially a wet yoga outfit.
“Let me know if you’re not interested in her,” Galen added. “If that’s the case, I might ask her out myself.”
Just the thought of Galen moving in on Angie sent Toby’s senses reeling.
“All right, I’m interested,” he admitted. “So back off.”
Before his brothers could tease him further, he headed for the tables and found seats for him, Angie and the kids.
As was typical of a Fortune Jones dinner, everyone ate their fill, including the variety of desserts. All the while, they told stories about growing up together, sometimes teasing, usually smiling or laughing.
When Toby could finally call it a day, he rounded up the kids and told them it was time to head home.
“Why don’t you let Brian and Justin spend the night here,” Galen said. “I think I’ll camp out in that tree house for old times’ sake. And it would be nice if the boys kept me company.”
Before Toby could respond, Stacey chimed in. “And Piper would like to have her very first sleepover. Why don’t you let Colton and me take Kylie home with us?”
“A sleepover?” Toby asked. “Piper is only nine months old.”
Stacey smiled. “You’re right. She doesn’t stay up past seven. But then I’ll get a chance to play with Kylie.”
What was going on? Galen and Stacey were offering to keep the kids?
“I don’t know about that,” Toby said. “They don’t have their pajamas or toothbrushes.”
Galen elbowed him. “Come on, Toby. Real cowboys don’t sleep in jammies. They sleep in their boots and clothes. What’s the matter with you?”
Stacey edged forward. “Kylie can sleep in one of my old T-shirts. I also have a brand-new toothbrush she can use. What do you say?”
He didn’t know what to say. The offer stole the words right out of him.
“Come on, Toby.” His little sister gave him a wink. “You deserve a good night’s sleep.”
It took him a moment to realize what his crazy family was up to. And he didn’t know if he should kill them or kiss them. But when he took a look at Angie, when he spotted the wide-eyed wonder, the look of surprise...
Well, it wasn’t just the kids who were whooping it up and begging for the night to come.
Toby’s hormones were right there with them.
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