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Chapter 1

Nolan

“You have to be married in three months,” Emerson blurts out

I stare at him

Married… three months…

The words don’t seeether

E that infinity symbol into the chocolate cake remnants on his plate, but there’s al across one of the porcelain plates we got a deal on fro out of business and remembered a favor Dad did for the is that what he just said, that crazy talk, was out-of-fucking-bounds and i-possible

Dad wouldn’t have put in such a useless, out-of-left-field requirement He just wouldn’t

His voice echoes in my head: “Don’t end up like retful You find yourself a good girl, you stick with her, no matter what Even when it’s hard”

I scowl, even though it’sback these blasts from the past

C’round speakeasy when Dad was drunk on this terrible wine from Greenland, of all places, and had just found out that Mom had remarried

“Nolan?” Landon prompts

I can feel his gaze nudging me to look at him But I can hear the sympathy in his voice, and I don’t want to see it in his face I don’t want his fucking sympathy

Kyra and Harley just look sad, like I’ if I so ht now

Whatever Emerson—the most honest brother of all of us—said, it can’t be true

“You can’t be serious,” I say lightly

To think I actually bought it for a second there I guess I had this coh; with all the pranks and jokes I’ve pulled on my brothers over the years—Landon’s still pissed about those shriood two months to find—they were bound to seek retribution sometime

Although I can’t say this is their best work Out of all the shit they could’ve clais that I would’ve bought before this: Dad having about twelve illegiti learned he’s the son of Putin and wanting us to visit hi way