As I set Megan’s sleeping body down on the bed in the villa, I take a second to really look at them both. James is already sprawled out like he owns the place, and Megan curls into the pillow like a little princess. My heart squeezes. They’re so sweet, so polite—well-mannered, even. But I give it, what, an hour before that goes out the window?
Especially once they meet our siblings.
Oh, hell.
They are not ready for the three gremlins we share a home with.
“They’re adorable now,” I whisper as we slowly creep out of the room like we’re in some weird parenting heist movie. “But just wait until they meet the chaos trio.”
Caden grins like a proud big brother. “Yeah. We’ll see how ‘well-mannered’ they are after thirty minutes with our sisters and brother. Honestly? I give it ten.”
“They’re
