She smiled at him. “Just stand there and look pretty.”

Emmitt took a look at Cam’s face and laughed his ass off.

“I’m not pretty,” Cam finally said, as if she’d insulted him.

“Have you looked in the mirror?” his dad asked.

“Have you?” Cam countered.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty as hell.”

Piper laughed, but it wasn’t just that they looked alike. Both held their bodies in a way that conveyed confidence and an easy athleticism. And those matching intense eyes that could seem cold when they were thinking, but warmed when amused.

And in Cam’s case, she happened to know they also went scorching hot when he was aroused . . .

They also had the same square jaw, both scruffy at the moment, and matching facial expressions, currently dialed to Hungry Males. She imagined her siblings would be wearing matching hungry expressions about now too, but she’d texted them both asking if she should bring dinner and neither had responded.

“Don’t tease me,” Emmitt said seriously. “You know breakfast for dinner is my favorite thing on the planet. But you forbid me from having it.”

“I didn’t forbid you.” She began whipping up the ingredients and heating up pans. “I said you were doing it wrong. Too much fat, too much sugar.”

Cam pulled out some chocolate milk and poured a glass for everyone before setting the table.

Emmitt sniffed suspiciously at the turkey bacon and gluten-free, sugar-free pancakes now cooking. “It looks good.”

There was a knock at the back door, and Gavin walked in. “I smelled bacon.”

“I tried to reach you,” Piper said. “Go away. People who don’t respond to texts don’t get free food.”

“Come in,” Emmitt said, overruling her.

Cam set another place.

Two minutes later, Winnie showed up too. “Oh my God, I knew it. You’re all eating without me? You suck.” She sat at the table.

“Seriously?” Piper asked her.

Without missing a beat, Cam set another place.

“Sorry for the Manning family invasion,” Piper said to the room.

“Yeah,” Gavin said. “As a whole, we have boundary issues. I read that in one of Piper’s journals once.”

Everyone laughed except Piper, who pointed her fork at him.

“I like this,” Cam said. “A big family dinner. Rowan was always two thousand plus miles away. I felt like an only child.”

“My fault,” Emmitt said. “Your mom and I really thought it was best to each go our own way, and she couldn’t have handled a baby, and you were already almost grown, so . . .” He shook his head. “I don’t know what we were thinking. Honestly, we were only thinking about ourselves. It’s not right how we bungled things. I’ll never quite forgive myself, Cam, but I promise I’m working on being better.”

Cam eyed him for a long beat and then nodded. Easy acceptance, easy forgiveness.