Tied With Me (With Me In Seattle)(66)

“Kind of, but we didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” Caleb flips the burgers, closes the lid and joins us. “The wedding was where we did our adoption ceremony, but we just got the paperwork today that says the adoption is final.”

“That’s wonderful!” I exclaim. “They are lucky to have you both.”

“Congrats, man.” Matt fist-bumps his brother. “But they’ve been yours for a long while.”

“True.” Caleb nods. “How do you want your burger cooked?”

“Medium well,” I answer. “Seriously, can’t I help with something?”

“You worked all day. Relax,” Matt whispers in my ear. “We got this.”

“I didn’t work all day.” I laugh but relax further into the cushion and sip my tea. “But I’ll let you guys handle the cooking.”

“You look beautiful,” Matt murmurs.

I wrinkle my nose at him, making him laugh.

“I love the tattoo on your shoulder,” Brynna comments and tilts her head in thought. “Maybe I should do something like that.”

“You can’t get tattoos when you’re pregnant, legs,” Caleb reminds her.

“I know. Later.”

“I can recommend a guy. I’m thinking about getting another one.”

Matt’s hand stills on my arm, and he pulls back to look down at my face. “What are you thinking of getting?”

“I haven’t decided. I just have the itch to get something new,” I respond with a shrug. His eyes flare, and it’s obvious that the idea turns him on.

He likes body art.

“Burgers are ready,” Caleb announces.

“So, I think I need to hear some good stories about Matt as a kid,” I remark as I squirt ketchup on my bun.

“I have a million. What do you want to know?” Caleb asks while Matt glares at him.

“Everything,” I reply with a laugh. “But start with the embarrassing stuff.”

“He had a blankie until he was nine,” Caleb begins.

“I suggest you shut it,” Matt growls, making me giggle.

“He was always the most sensitive of the group,” Caleb continues.

“I have stories, too, you know, little brother,” Matt reminds him.

“I want to hear some, too!” Brynna claps her hands and bounces in her seat. “This is fun.”

“Matt was always a Batman fan. He liked to wear the bath towels as capes and run through the house, saving Gotham City from evil.”

“Caleb was always the evil one,” Matt adds, his eyes narrowed. “Stop talking. I’m warning you.”

“I think Mom has photos of Matt in the fifth grade, when he let Jules, who was five, cut his hair.”

“Caleb wet the bed until he was six,” Matt murmurs deceptively softly and raises a brow at his brother. “And you never could tell Jules no either, so don’t give me that shit.”

“Was Matt quiet as a kid?” I ask, enjoying the men’s banter immensely.

“Yeah.” Caleb nods. “He’s always been quiet. Somber.”

“I was making up for Will’s crazy ass.”

“What about Caleb?” Brynna asks Matt. “Was he always the strong silent type?”

“No,” Matt replies, watching his brother thoughtfully. “That happened after the first year or so with the SEALs.”

“You were a SEAL?” I ask, my eyes wide. Holy shit, that explains his hot body.

“Yeah.” Caleb concentrates on his beer bottle.

“Thank you for your service,” I reply softly and smile when his eyes find mine. “My dad was Army. He was in Viet Nam.”

Caleb nods and meets Matt’s gaze. Something unsaid passes between them, and then Matt’s phone rings.

“Fuck, it’s Asher.” He puts the phone to his ear. “Yeah.”

“I hope he doesn’t have to leave,” Brynna murmurs.

“This can’t wait until tomorrow morning? He’s not going anywhere,” Matt mutters and then curses and pushes his hand through his hair, a sure sign of frustration. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”

He clicks off and shoves his phone in his pocket, then looks at me apologetically. “I guess it’s good we brought separate cars. I have to go in to work.”