“That would be my sister, Finley. My dad is the billionaire. I’m quite broke, I assure you,” I said.

“Oh,” America said, looking sheepish.

“Ellie is the photographer for The MountainEar,” Tyler said.

Taylor piped in. “She takes action shots. Her stuff has been featured in five issues of the magazine over the summer.”

“Impressive,” Deana said with a sweet smile. “Sounds like you’re making it on your own just fine. I’ll have to look up that magazine for your work.”

Suddenly, Taylor and Tyler were nervous.

“It’s not online. I’ll see if I can send you some copies,” I said.

Deana nodded, appeased for the moment. Of course I couldn’t send her anything, not with Taylor and Tyler’s dirty faces plastered all over the feature, digging and setting back burns with drip torches.

The twins seemed to relax, listening to the family catch up. Shepley’s parents would celebrate with Deana’s family this year, and they were going to miss Abby’s pies. In the middle of their visit, Thomas called, and the phone was passed around while insults were made as greetings and instead of terms of endearment.

Jim and Jack yawned at the same time, and Deana stood. “Okay, we’ve got an early morning and a long drive. Let’s head home, my love.”

Jack stood. “How do I argue with that?” He kissed his wife, and Shepley and America stood as well. They hugged me and everyone else, waving as, one by one, they stepped out onto the porch and made their way to Jack’s car.

Travis and Abby stood at the window with their arms around each other, watching them leave.

Jim stood. “All right. I’ll see you kids in the morning.”

The boys stood and hugged their father. Trenton was in the kitchen and back with a glass of ice water before Jim had even made it to the hall.

“Thank you, son,” he said, taking a sip on his way to his bedroom.

“Kiss ass,” Taylor hissed.

“I just know what he likes since … you know … I’m here to take care of him.”

They all groaned. “Too real, Trent,” Tyler said. “Let’s leave that shit for another holiday.”

Trenton lifted his middle finger, gathering his and Camille’s things. “See you tomorrow, ass hats.”

“Goodnight, Trent,” Abby said.

Tyler stood and held out his hand. “I think I’ll head upstairs. You coming?”

I nodded, standing and stretching. I glanced at the fridge, and Abby nodded just enough for me to notice.

“I could use a beer,” she said. “Want one?”

“Yeah, I’ll take one before I head up,” I said.

Abby strolled across the room and opened the refrigerator door, pulling out two bottles and popping the tops with her hand and the counter. I took one from her as I passed, and she winked. Tyler winked back.