Reagan's Revenge and Ending Emily's Engagement by Tammy Falkner Page A

forefinger and lifts it to his lips. Logan holds out his fork. “Use a utensil, asswipe,” he says.
    “Fuck you, dickwad,” Pete says, but then he fills his mouth with a huge bite of Logan’s pie, his eyes rolling back a little as he savors it. “That’s good pie,” he says around a mouthful of food.
    “What?” Logan asks. Logan can’t read lips when someone talks with a full mouth, and Pete’s hands were busy with the fork.
    “I said good pie,” Pete says again after he swallows. 
    “So glad you approve,” Logan says drolly.
    Reagan leans forward and says, “So, what time is dinner tomorrow night?” She raises her brow.
    I’m glad she changes the subject because Logan and Pete can bicker together for hours.
    “It’s an all day kind of thing,” Pete tells her. “We can come and go whenever we want as long as at least some of us are there to help Sam cook in the morning.”
    “Is Kelly coming this year?” he asks.
    Kelly is Paul’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter, Hayley, although we’re never sure they’re completely exes. I’m almost certain they still sleep together sometimes, but they see other people, too.  It’s so strange. But Paul is the best father I ever knew. I lay my hand on my flat stomach. I hope I can be half as good a parent some day. 
    I’m always worried about having kids. Will genetics make them dyslexic like me? I hope not. I wouldn’t wish my learning disability on anyone.
    Logan shakes his head. “Kelly has plans. But Hayley will be there.”
    “What kind of plans does Kelly have?” Pete asks, his brow arching. “Something more important than family dinner?”
    “Paul says she’s seeing someone. It’s getting serious.” Logan heaves a sigh.
    “Ouch,” Pete says. When one brother hurts, they all hurt.
    “Maybe they’ll figure it out,” Reagan says tentatively.
    Pete hugs her to him and drops a kiss on her lips when she turns her face up to him. “I love you,” he says softly.
    It makes me melt to see Pete like this. If anyone deserves a happily ever after, it’s him. And her.
    Reagan smiles.
    We hang out long enough for the waitress to bring two more pieces of pie, which the boys devour while Reagan and I sip our root beers. 
    Honestly, the smell of pie is making me a little nauseated. I push the plate toward Logan. He narrows his gaze at me.  “You’re not hungry?” he asks.
    I shake my head. Reagan smiles at me. Does she know? She couldn’t. I’m not even sure yet. But I have a pretty good idea.
    Logan finishes his pie and leans over to kiss me. “I guess I better go unload the groceries. You coming?”
    I shake my head. I need to run to the drug store and get something. And I kind of want to talk to Reagan. “I’ll see you later. I still have some shopping to do.”
    “Okay,” he says, and he kisses me again, lingering over my lips until Pete starts coughing into his fist. “Shut up,” Logan grumbles.
    “Take Pete with you,” I say when Pete just sits there with his arm around Reagan.
    Logan narrows his eyes. “Why?”
    I motion from Reagan to me and back. “Girl time,” I sing.
    He looks confused, almost like he wants to sit back down.
    “Go,” I say, shooing him with my hands. “I want to talk about girl stuff.”
    “What kind of girl stuff?” Logan asks. He’s concerned, and I love that about him. But I really need for him to leave.
    “So, Reagan,” I say. “I tried out that new brand of tampons you told me about. And do you know what happened?”
    She laughs out loud at the same time Pete crams his fingers in his ears and sings, “Lalalalalalalalalala.”
    Logan shoves Pete’s shoulder. “Let’s go unload groceries.”
    Pete kisses Reagan and smacks Logan in the back of the head, and then he runs away, taunting so Logan will chase him. They do this crap all the time and, if they weren’t mine, I would probably find it annoying as hell. But they are mine, so it’s cute.
    When they’re gone, Reagan looks