Tyler tugged at the crotch of my jeans. “That fuck knuckle tried to rip off my balls.”

Trent cocked his head. “Nice. I like that one.”

“It’s Australian,” Tyler said.

“Cool,” Trent said, nodding.

“It means Trenton,” Tyler added.

Trenton frowned while everyone else laughed—even Camille and Jim. He reached for Taylor’s duffel and tossed it to him. Taylor jogged over to his dad, leaned down to kiss the top of his head, and then made his way up the stairs.

“You boys are going to give me a heart attack,” Jim said.

“No, you eating a pound of bacon every morning is going to give you a heart attack,” Trent said.

“He’s a Maddox,” Travis said. “He’s invincible.”

Someone knocked on the door, and then it opened, revealing one younger couple and one older. The older gentleman looked very similar to Jim.

All but Tyler and Jim stood again, including Abby. She threw her arms around a stunning, long-legged blonde, and they chatted non-stop for a solid two minutes.

Tyler pointed. “That’s America. She’s Abby’s best friend and Shepley’s girlfriend. Shepley is our cousin. His dad, Jack, is my dad’s brother, and his mom, Deana, is our mom’s sister.”

I turned to look at him. “I don’t follow.”

He grinned, expecting my reaction. “Shepley is our double cousin. Both sets of parents are siblings. Dad and Jack. Mom and Deana.”

“So, Jack and Jim … Deana and…?”

“Diane,” Tyler said with reverence.

I glanced at Deana, wondering how much she looked like Diane, and if that was hard for Jim and the boys. He seemed to be happy they were there.

“What is with the names?” I asked.

“I dunno,” Tyler said. “I guess it’s a Midwestern thing? My parents were named with the same first initial, so Mom did it with us, too.”

Taylor tromped back down the stairs and fell in between Tyler and me. Tyler elbowed his twin—hard—and Taylor yelped. “Fucking Christ!” Taylor yelled.

“Goddamn it! Language!” Jim said.

Jack helped Deana with her coat, and she kissed him on the cheek before he left her to hang it in the closet. Trenton fetched chairs from the dining room with Shepley’s help.

The second Shepley sat down his cousins began harping on him.

“No ring on Mare’s finger yet, Shep? Don’t you love her anymore?” Taylor asked.

“Shut up, dick. Where’s your date?” Shepley snapped back.

“Right here,” Taylor said, hooking his arm around me. He kissed my cheek, prompting Tyler to yank him to the floor.

Jim shook his head.

“America can only plan one wedding at a time,” Deana teased, winking at Abby.

Taylor rubbed his elbow. “Have you met Ellie? Her dad is Philip Edson. Edson Tech.”

“Whoa,” America said. “So you’re like … a billionaire?” She grabbed Shepley’s arm. “She’s an heiress! I think I’ve seen you in People magazine!”