“Mostly, what’s next for the three of you.”
“And have you told them?”
“Not yet. But I at least wanted to reply.”
I lower my voice. “Based on the way you’re ignoring Vanessa, I’m assuming you didn’t take my advice.”
“No, I didn’t. I think it’s best that we go our separate ways.”
“Why? She makes you fucking happy.”
“Speaking of fucking. If you love Ariela—which I know you do—why are you still fucking Shelby?”
I shake my head. “Fuck if I know.”
“I do know, actually,” he tells me. “Because it’s easier to do that than risk your heart again.”
The pilot lets us know we’re cleared for takeoff, so I go back to my seat next to Keatyn. Although I’d like to help my brother, all he’s going to do is turn it around on me. And I don’t need to deal with that right now.
We need to be celebrating.
Besides, we’ll be in Sonoma soon enough.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask Keatyn, who is studying something on her phone.
She rolls her eyes and shows me an article.
The Triplets are Legal. The Triplets are Legal.
As if there are any men reading this who don’t already know.
But for those of you ladies who have been wondering why your man has been glued to the internet this morning, it’s because the world’s most beautiful triplets, Avery, Emery, and Ivery Stevens, daughters of Tommy Stevens and Abby Johnston, officially turned eighteen today.
Last night they celebrated in style with a swanky party attended by their celebrity friends, and those little minxes blessed their followers with numerous live party videos.
This trio is used to being in the spotlight. Not only do they have famous parents, but they are making names for themselves.
Avery has been juggling interning in the marketing department at Captive Films with designing clothes for the successful Stevens clothing brand. Emery has been gracing catwalks around the world, and Ivery is home for a short time before continuing her European music tour.
Now for the party details:
— The girls made a big entrance, arriving in a pink helicopter decked out in tight club clothes and sky-high designer shoes.
— Little sister, Gracelyn, danced all night with none other than the youngest Summer Boy crooner, Dylan, who posted a photo of the two of them kissing, causing thousands of teeny bopper hearts around the world to break.
— Twenty-four-year-old bad boy rapper, Treska, who has been romantically linked to Emery even though they say they are just friends, didn’t try to hide their relationship last night. The pair are clearly a couple who were just waiting for her birthday to make it official.
— Ivery spent the evening surrounded by her girl power posse, who posted most of the sexy pics and videos that set the male population a flutter.
— The on and off again couple, Keatyn Douglas and Knox Daniels, showed up fashionably late together after attending a Trinity wrap party with the local crew.
— And what did Daddy Stevens buy his now legal daughters? A trio of the megahot red “Rosso Bia” Lamborghini Aventador Superveloce. (Which for those of you who don’t speak Italian means, super fast and super expensive—to the tune of about a half million dollars apiece—along with a brand new Gulfstream jet for them to share.
P.S. Can I just say that Tommy is one of those men who keeps getting sexier the older he gets. That little splash of grey at the temples. Meow. I’d totally go reverse cougar all over him.
P.P.S. Speaking of that, I need to know how Abby Johnston always looks like she’s found the fountain of youth. Dealing with four high profile and successful teenaged daughters ought to give anyone a few wrinkles, but Abby seems to take it all in stride. Or else she’s got a really good plastic surgeon.
“What upsets you about that? They wrote a similar article after your eighteenth.”
“Although I should be happy no one knows about the wedding and thinks Knox and I are together, I hate when they talk about me and Knox as a couple.”
“But for years, the two of you haven’t set the record straight because it was good for business.”
“I know. It’s hard sometimes, though.”
I grab her hand. “Just think, tomorrow you are marrying the love of your life. And that’s all that matters.”
She gives my hand a squeeze. “You’re right. That’s all that’s ever mattered.”
Asher Vineyards — Sonoma County
DAWSON
Vanessa is in the kitchen helping Keatyn prepare a cheese tray for everyone to snack on. I don’t know what to do about her. I really don’t.
But I do know that I love her.
I should be a man. Talk to her.
But I don’t know what to say. Don’t know if she even wants to talk to me.
She looks up from what she’s doing and smiles in my direction. It’s a soft, sad smile.
And it wrecks me.