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the meat in front of me hard.
    He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. You don’t rush.”
    Stomping sounded from outside. I figured it was Jude running down the stairs. He never could stroll or tiptoe. Every step he made pounded or slammed against a surface, as if he craved to imprint himself into the earth for people thousands of years in the future to see.
    “Dad, we should probably call the venue and make sure everything is going good for tonight.” Jude skipped in there without looking our way and headed straight to the stove to dip his finger in the pan, putting his back to us. A massive tattoo decorated his entire back. A huge red and orange dragon hissed fire at a knight wielding a long sword. The tip of the weapon was barely an inch from the dragon’s neck, telling the viewer that the dragon would be slain in no time.
    “This is delicious,” Jude said. “The steaks are done already? Where’s mine?”
    “I gave it to Rainbow.”
    Jude turned our way. “Rain? You’re still here.”
    “Your dad forced me to stay.”
    “I wouldn’t say forced.” Kaden took a sip of wine.
    I waved him away. “He ran around the house and guarded the front door so when I walked outside to leave, he was right there to shove me back in.”
    “Really?” Jude licked his fingers as he journeyed over to me. His jeans hung low, revealing chiseled cuts of muscle. He didn’t possess the thick muscular body his father boasted, but women swooned around him just the same. He tapped my shoulder. “Up, please. I never gave you a proper homecoming welcome.”
    “No biting.” I rose.
    “Where’s the fun in that?” He embraced me, pressing his body against mine and kissing my right cheek, my left, forehead, chin, and finally stopped with a peck on my lips. “I missed you.”
    “Sure you did.” I smirked.
    “Trust me. It’s been six weeks, three days, four and half hours, one minute, and ten seconds. No, eleven. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen—”
    “Stop it.” I groaned.
    “Six weeks?” Kaden raised his eyebrows at us. “When was the last time you saw each other?”
    Jude collapsed into my seat like he’d been running all day. “I flew to Sarasota to see her during spring break. She refused to come down to Miami because of some geek stuff. And to tell you the truth, that trip didn’t count. We sat in a dusty studio all week, getting food delivered to us. It was uneventful.”
    “Uneventful? You slept with a pizza girl and one of the visiting art professors at my school.”
    “Only because I was bored out of my mind.”
    I lowered onto his lap. “I had to finish that sculpture. It had to be perfect. Let’s not forget that I warned you many times before you flew up that I was obsessed with that project.”
    “Regardless, the whole time was geek shit.” He grabbed my fork and started eating. “This is good, Dad.”
    “You’re just going to eat my food?” I snatched my fork back.
    “Technically, it’s my food. Dad planned to cook this for me, but I’ll let you finish the rest.” He placed his hands on my waist, slid them under my shirt, and massaged circles into my skin. The movement soothed away tension that I hadn’t realized was there. He dramatically whimpered. “I’ll just sit here without anything to eat and spoil you with my fingers as I die of hunger. Beautiful Rain, I suffer for you and ask for nothing in return.”
    “Isabelle left trays of food for us in the fridge,” Kaden offered.
    “I don’t want what the maid left. I’m hungry for what’s on Rain’s plate.” Jude kneaded his fingers into my flesh.
    I purred and leaned back into him as he continued to massage me some more. “Fine. I’ll share.”
    “You’re so kind.” He moved his hands down to my hips where he kneaded his fingers with more pressure. I fed him a piece of steak and then tossed one in my mouth.
    The whole time, Kaden sat back in his chair. An odd expression expanded over his face.
    “What?” Jude