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“I was invited.”

“Cara?”

He nodded, a look of intense satisfaction on his face.

“How is she?”

“She still has nightmares, but she’s better.”

“You finally made it official?”

Keith and Cara had been dancing around each other for months. She’d been afraid of any relationship after what happened, but Keith had been there for her through it all. He’d taken her to therapy, gotten her through the worst of the nightmares, and wore her down with kindness. He liked her. Mason would go so far as to say the man was in love, even if he didn’t want to admit it yet.

“Yup.”

They fist bumped. “About damn time.”

“Let’s go get our girls before my sister trips over those damn jeans and causes them all to fall down.”

Mason laughed because it was true. Jo was a danger to herself and to everyone around her, but he loved her anyway.

He slid his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “Miss me?”

Jo giggled when he started leaving sloppy, wet kisses all along her neckline. “I did.”

He turned her so he could kiss her, but she evaded him. “What are you wearing?”

“Uh, clothes?”

“You can’t wear that. Didn’t you find the clothes I left for you in the truck?”

He frowned. “There was only a bookbag in there, baby.”

“A bookbag with your clothes in them. Now, go get dressed.”

“What I have on is fine.”

“Mason.”

“Josephine.”

“Go!” She pointed toward where all the cars were parked. “You too, Keith. There’s clothes in there for you.”

“Hey, now, I don’t even go to this school anymore.”

“Please?” Cara asked, batting her eyes at him, and Keith’s face softened.

“Sure, baby.”

“Whipped!” Mason crowed.

Keith flipped him off and started back the way they’d come.

“You waiting for an ass kicking, Mason Kincaid?”

It was cute she thought she could boss him. He stood a full head taller than she did. Her eyes narrowed, and she pointed toward her brother. “You either change or there will be no sex for you later.”

Well, when she said that…