The three of us stopped and gaped at her in surprise for a moment before she whined, “What?”

“Jalapeños?” Nova inquired. “You hate jalapeños, C.”

“Hate is rather harsh, don’t you think?” Ciana mumbled, tucking her arm through Nova’s as we walked toward the parking lot where the limos were parked. As we approached, Vito and Bennie stepped out of the back, already waiting on us.

“You threw a fit last fall that one time when our waiter forgot you said no jalapeños on your nachos,” Samara reminded her.

Ciana’s brow furrowed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“She made him cry,” Samara whispered to Nova, making her giggle.

“Move your little ass, Ciana,” Bennie yelled, holding the door open. “We got shit to do.”

“Like what?” his sister snipped, slowing her pace just to piss him off.

The twins met my gaze over the girls’ heads and smirked. “This might be a small town, but there are still a few things we can do for fun.”

“There is plenty of fun,” Nova agreed. “But only Ciana and Ryan are technically old enough to enjoy it. Everyone knows who I am here. They won’t let me in the places that you two are used to sneaking in to have fun at. We should wait and celebrate the way you two want when we’re in New York.”

“But then I won’t get to go,” Samara pouted.

“We plan on taking you and Ciana out next week,” Vito assured Nova. “But tonight, we’re going to have a little excitement, and Sammy can go with us since it’s mostly PG-13 fun. Don’t worry, little cousin. We took care of everything.”

Nova looked up at me hesitantly. “Are you sure it will be okay? Yeah, Ben is the sheriff and all, but he can’t play favorites with it being an election year. I don’t want to get arrested the night before I leave.”

Laughing, I dropped a kiss on her lips. “No one is going to get arrested. I can’t say the same for when these two dumbasses take you out next weekend, but I promise you’ll like what they have planned for tonight.”

“Okay,” she said, snuggling into me. “But if the cops get called, I don’t know any of you psychos.”

“Same!” Ciana and Samara chimed in as they climbed into the back of the limo.

The fun started out as more G-rated, with a picnic dinner in the park. Pietro and two more of the guards had gone ahead of us and set everything up, picking up food from Aggie’s and then spreading out sheets on the ground on the small hillside overlooking the pond.

Nova’s extended family had celebrated with her the night before with a big cookout dinner in their backyard. All the MC brothers and their families had been in attendance. The festivities had lasted until well after midnight, with everyone wanting to spend a little time with the graduate. I’d sat back patiently and watched, knowing it was the last time I ever had to share her attention with so many people at once.