“Brian!” Rachel exclaims and hurries over to hug him. “Oh, God, were my uncles mean to you?”

“No,” Brian assures her with a smile. “They’re really nice.”

“Right.” Rachel narrows her eyes and glares at us all but then smiles. “They’re just overprotective.”

With a glance, I realize that Maggie’s not in the kitchen, so I set off in search of her.

I find her with Maeve and Lexi in the living room. Before I can join them, I hear Maeve say, “I don’t like the problems you’re having with your house, especially because you live alone. I know you settled on that place, Maggie, because you couldn’t afford what you wanted. Why don’t you sell it and buy what you really want?”

“It’s fine,” Maggie replies, the way she always does, and my jaw firms in frustration. I’ll be damned if this woman will continue to settle. She deserves so much more than that. “It suits my needs just fine. It’s just appliances, Maeve. My roof didn’t cave in like at your old house. My staircase isn’t a rushing river.”

“Just think about it,” Lexi says. “You’ve always wanted something closer to the water, and now you can afford that. I know we could find you something beautiful.”

“I want to know how it’s going with The Cock,” Lexi says, lowering her voice, and both of my eyebrows climb into my hairline in surprise.

Maggie giggles. “He’s good. Like, really good. No complaints there. And not just in the bedroom, but in every way. We’re enjoying each other, and he’s so nice. And, yes, the sex is superb.”

“Attagirl,” Lexi says. “I told you, the bossiness is fun in the bedroom.”

“You weren’t wrong,” Maggie says.

She’s been telling her sisters about our sex life?

The idea has a smile spreading over my face. I know she confides in these women, and from the sound of it, she’s happy. That’s what I want.

It doesn’t bother me at all if she talks to them about us.

“Mags?” I call out and round the corner into the room. “The food’s in there,” I announce and point toward the kitchen. “What are you ladies up to?”

“We heard all of you file in and knew we wouldn’t be able to think through the noise,” Lexi says with a smile as Maggie’s face flushes, and Maeve clears her throat over a laugh. “Also, Fiona keeps shooing us away, even though we’re just trying to help.”

“She likes to fuss,” Maeve says and presses a hand against her belly. “This one likes to kick.”

“Oh, let me feel,” Maggie says and pounces on her sister, pressing her face to Maeve’s stomach. “Talk to Auntie Mags, little love. That’s right, tell me all about it.”