Madonn’. That had to cost an arm and a leg. But I shouldn’t be surprised. Gideon was as generous as he was loaded.

After wrapping up my call with Nicky, I trailed back to the pool area and got comfortable on the lounger next to Camden’s. August was still in the water, and I gave him the rundown of my brother’s arrival. Mostly, I wanted a recommendation for a nice restaurant where I could treat everyone to dinner. With my having been here all week already, I felt we needed some time to reconnect before the gig on Saturday. A night out should help.

August thought about it and swam over to rest his forearms on the edge. “Why not meet up here? We could do a barbecue. Being on the road for over twelve hours… Maybe sitting down in a crowded restaurant isn’t at the top of the list of things you wanna do.”

As kind as his offer was, I couldn’t help but hesitate. No matter how valid his argument was. He’d already done so much.

“I didn’t mean to invite us to your reunion, of course,” August added. “I was just thinkin’ in terms of space and being able to relax. Camden and I can have dinner with my sister if you’d prefer to be—”

“Uh, don’t finish that sentence, ciccio. This is your home.” I furrowed my brow at him. “Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t have much time left with you, so I’m gonna steal every minute I can—even if that includes having the dinner here with everyone.” I paused. “My issue is that you’ve done too much as it is. So…I don’t know. If we have the dinner here, I’m ordering pizza.”

Camden found that hilarious, though he kept his eyes fixed on his game. “Ordering pizza—to Daddy’s house. That’s so funny.”

August squinted and scratched his eyebrow. “Yeah, that would pose a problem for me. In our home, we don’t allow takeout.”

I felt my forehead crease. “Why else would the top drawer in every kitchen in America have takeout menus?”

That made him snort. “Sounds more like your kitchen, darlin’. Here, we cook. We treat our guests to proper food. It’s how my mama raised me.”

Okay, he was sweet as hell, but he didn’t need to trash-talk fast food and takeout.

“I like takeout,” I muttered stubbornly.