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were born.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Clearly adulthood has done little to change things.”
    Rowdy winked at his brother. “He started it.”
    Cinco walked over. “Did not.”
    Lucy folded her arms and rolled her eyes skyward like she was asking for some help from upstairs. “When the two of you start throwing punches, I’m zapping you both with my stun gun.”
    Rowdy turned to his father. “Damn it, Dad. Why did you buy that thing for her in the first place?”
    “Leave me out of this. I’m just an innocent bystander.” Bear hugged his wife closer.
    Clearly Lucy had been and still was the disciplinarian in the family. She might be tiny, but she was definitely mighty.
    “Cool, a fight,” a male voice said from behind CanDee.
    She turned around to find two gorgeous men who looked just alike . . . identical twins. They were closer to Rowdy’s height, had dark hair and baby blue eyes, and were in their late twenties. They smiled and matching dimples popped out on their cheeks.
    “I’m Dallas,” said the twin on the right, who then he pointed to his brother. “This is Worth—well, really it’s Fort Worth, but we call him Worth.”
    “You don’t have nicknames?” CanDee shook both of their hands in turn.
    “No, ma’am, with names like Dallas and Fort Worth, they already sound like nicknames.” Worth said. “Sorry about the whole stripper thing.”
    “Thanks for bringing that up.” Cinco sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “Next she’ll start grilling you on Double Stuf Oreos.”
    “Did someone say Double Stuf Oreos?” a baby-faced bear of a man with sandy-blond hair and brown eyes asked as he walked into the dining room. “I love Double Stuf Oreos.”
    “Finally, someone with taste.” CanDee held out her hand. “I’m CanDee McCain.”
    “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m San Antonio Rose, but everyone calls me T-Bone.” He was soft-spoken almost to the point of being shy.
    Rowdy put him in a headlock and ruffled his hair. “This is the runt of the Rose litter.”
    T-Bone had to be at least six feet tall.
    CanDee turned to Lucy. “You don’t make small humans, do you?”
    “Clearly their father’s DNA is dominant.” She smiled at her boys and her face held nothing but pride.
    Had her mother’s face held pride when she’d looked at CanDee? Her parents’ faces were nothing but a blur. They had died when she was four, so she’d been raised by her grandmother. Grammie lived her life by her own set of rules—unfortunately those rules made sense to no one but her. Like Hallowthankmus, a combination of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Every single year, CanDee had to explain to Grammie that Christmas caroling in a Freddy Krueger mask made others uncomfortable. And, dressing up the Thanksgiving turkey as a Christmas elf wasn’t the same as turkey and dressing. After Grammie had joined that coven, Halloween got to be its own holiday again. Thank God or Gaia or whoever. Even though the loss of her parents caused a hole that she felt she’d never been able to fill, she was grateful to Grammie for making her childhood so fun . . . and weird.
    “Rowdy, let your brother go.” Lucy went to slap him on the back of the head, but he was too fast for her and let his brother go. “I swear, if you’d been born first, we wouldn’t have had any other children.” She glanced at CanDee. “He was a difficult child, and it’s been downhill from there.” She laughed when she said it.
    “I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t name any of your children Austin.” CanDee smiled.
    “We all went to Texas A&M. Austin is a place that we tolerate, but rarely mention.” Rowdy stepped beside her. “You’re not from Austin, are you?”
    “As a matter of fact, I am. Born and raised.” She mashed her lips together to keep from smiling. “Want me to leave now on my own power, or would throwing me out satisfy your sense of collegiate loyalty?”
    Rowdy turned on the