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“I said he wouldn’t punch me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, why not?”

“I won’t have the element of surprise, so I’ll be one step ahead of him.”

“You’d punch him first?”

He leaned closer and, this time, kissed me. “Seriously, Brenna, it won’t come to that.”

“I hope you’re right,” I said under my breath.

“So, call him.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Want me to do it?”

“What would you say?”

“Hey, Luke. It’s Perry. I’m having breakfast with your sister right now…” He eased his hand under my shirt and up the inside of my leg. “And she’s?—”

“Never mind. I’ll do it. I just hate lying to him.”

“Then, don’t.”

“You think I should tell him we’re together?”

“Invite him to join us for dinner, then we’ll tell him.”

I dialed Luke’s number before I could lose my nerve.

“Hey, Bug. I was planning to call you today.”

“Yeah? I was wondering if you have time to meet for dinner.”

“Of course I do. When and where?”

Atticus held up his phone. On the screen was a restaurant in Sonoma.

“A Girl and a Fig in Glen Ellen tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Perfect. Can’t wait. What about Finch, can he join us?”

“Yes,” I said rather than pretend like I needed to ask, or Luke needed to.

“Awesome. I’ll make a reservation for seven. Can’t wait to see you both. Love ya, Bug.”

“Love you too,” I said right before the call ended.

“You look…”

“Confused?” I suggested.

“That works.”

“Do you think he already knows about us?”

Atticus shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow night. Now, what should we do today? Talk about Morrison?”