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Around town, they call us the Kingsbrier Quintuplets. On the technical side,

we’re not Kingsbriers. Our daddy, Ross, married the incorrigible Miss Rose

Kingsbrier six years before we were born. It’s only because we live on the plot

of land that holds our momma’s family name that we’re not referred to as the

Cavanaugh Quintuplets. Though, each of the five of us has had it pounded into

our heads to answer to either name when it’s called.

Daddy doesn’t care one iota his progeny are better known by his wife’s

maiden name. I figure he’s damn proud they don’t call us anything worse—

especially me since I have a knack for getting into scuffles at school and on the

football field, back alleys, and I’ve thrown down in pasture or two. Lately, he’s

been nostalgic, remarking about the no-nonsense way Momma managed to raise.

five babies and giving all the credit to her.

Even I’m aware of when to mind my manners in public, and I’m smart enough

to know Momma couldn’t have done it on her own. It’s not easy keeping five

kites flying at once. Hold the string too tight and it flounders. Give the line too

much slack and you never know where you’ll be chasing off to trying to find it

or what tree you’ll climb to get the kite back unscathed. I’d like to see any other

parents manage as well as mine did. We haven’t made it easy on them.

Kingsbrier, the property, is a sprawling Texas ranch. The house is low on the

horizon, cut into a rolling hill, so it looks to only be one story. Wide wings of

bedrooms flank either side of the Tudor home my grandfather built. An

enormous pool hides behind the left wing. To the right, where our rooms lay, are

immaculate gardens. Acres of green grass cut off where a grove of trees was

planted long ago. A stable, several outbuildings for storage, and residences—

once used to house occasional staff members—are spaced across the vast

property.

This land was Rose’s inheritance from her oil-rich father who passed when us

quints were little. It was a windfall Ross had little need of as Daddy is a self-

made man in the construction business. There was no silly prenuptial agreement.

Ross simply told Grandaddy he was disinterested in Momma’s fortune. The bulk

falls to us when we turn twenty-five.

Determined to instill a work ethic in his kids, Ross is about to cut us off and

we’ll have to figure out life’s hard knocks on our own. The five of us have

always known about this, but for as down to earth as our parents made our

upbringing, ask me how intimidating it is for a kid raised in a mansion? Over the

next seven years, we’ll either forge paths our own or fall and be trampled. I’m

thinking he hopes we’ll learn to pick ourselves up, brush the dust off, and keep

going.

As cocky as it sounds, the Kingsbrier quints have been proving people wrong

since the day we were born. Hell, it may be a family trait. Grandaddy wanted

grandchildren to carry on his legacy. After years of trying, Rose and Ross agreed

to fertility treatments, figuring maybe they’d wind up with twins.

What they got was a pair, a spare, and a spare, and yet another spare. Eric and

I are a set of identical twin boys. Of the other three babies, only one was

supposed to be a girl; my sister Brier. However, Daddy tells the tale that he’d

already decided not to underestimate his children when our mother had managed

to stay pregnant for so long with all those buns in the oven. So, when a second

daughter—whom they’d spent months referring to as Davy—made a grand

entrance as baby number four, displacing the birth order for Eric and me, and

making me the youngest, he wasn’t shocked.

Now, with five eighteen-year-olds ready to leave the nest, it’s anyone’s guess

what’ll happen. Or maybe not.

Plenty is predictable around this house. Like how Brier came home before

curfew from the party we were at celebrating our high school graduation, which

is this afternoon. She pretended to go to bed and then snuck back out for one last

hoorah in case the discipline hammer falls on all of us. I’m pretty sure B knows

what I’ve overheard this morning.

Cotton-mouthed from too many beers last night, I slunk down the stairs after

the enormous wooden front door shut. Being hung-over in front of our mother is

not something I advise.

Momma is standing outside, inspecting the front garden. Judging by her

demeanor, Mrs. Rose Kingsbrier-Cavanaugh believes the rumor is true.

“I’m too young for this, Ross.” She points a manicured finger at her long

blonde hair. For as long as I can recall, it’s only ever down around her shoulders

at daybreak. “The lot of them may give me white streaks, but this color is not

from a bottle.”

Daddy kisses her and I spy a moment of solace passing between them. I

should feel worse for spying on them from the dining room window. But I don’t.

Neither looks as if they’ve slept a wink and if they did, it was fitful. The fact that

only four of the five of us quints were in our rooms this morning when my

parents awakened is the least of their problems.

Those big life lessons? From what I’ve garnered over the past few minutes,

someone’s about to learn them. Thank fuck it’s not me.

Daddy heads for his truck and turns over the engine. Ross Cavanaugh isn’t

one to abandon a situation, but he’d agreed to muck out the stalls and feed the

horses in Daveigh’s absence this morning. Even I’ll admit the second of my

sisters deserved a little time off. That girl is the single one of us everyone counts

on. Had Daddy balked, asking Daveigh to do her part anyway, she would have

put on her work boots and driven down the road without reservation. Even

assured Daddy’s taking care of her chores, it surprised me Daveigh wasn’t up

with the rooster, sitting in the kitchen to watch the sunrise when I popped in

there to fill a mug with raw eggs for protein.

Momma shakes her head, touching her temple. Lord, I do not envy my twin

brother this morning. Part of me considers warning him.

Upstairs, I turn on the shower and crack the door seam between the Jack and

Jill bathroom connecting Eric’s room to mine.

“I’m going to miss you.” Ginny, his girlfriend, pulls Eric’s arm over her.

She’s nestled in his bed. Eric plays with her long, dark blonde locks fanning in

halo against his pillow. Ginny should have left at least an hour ago so our mother

doesn’t find her there. None of the rest of us quints are quite so clueless to

consider barging into the room without knocking first. But today morbid

curiosity fascinates me about their relationship instead of being envious he’s

found the one person to make him happy.

At first, Ginny slept here nearly every weekend. Recently it’s become a lot

more. Like a lot, a lot. She has a stepsister who lives in Maine and parents who

believe she’s spending all these nights with friends. I keep my mouth shut

because it’s fun to have something to hang over Ginny’s head. On a good day, I

scare the bejesus out of her. What can I say? It’s something I enjoy doing and

keeps Ginny on her toes, reminding her I’m not Eric.

Before sliding the door shut, I spy his high school soccer trophies displayed on

a bookshelf. Eric plans to stay at Kingsbrier after graduation. Those will have to

go. His Nickelback and Evanescence posters hang on the wall over her

collection of Toby Keith and Tim McGraw compact disks. Yup, those are

staying. Although, we might wind up using them for target practice.

“What’s the saying about loving someone more when they go away and come

back? Besides, your college is an hour from here. We’ll see each other all the

time. We have the entire summer before you leave, right? Colton’s out of here as

soon as the ink dries on his diploma.”

Tell it like it is, brother. I chuckle under my breath. The walls here are fucking

paper thin, but I get it. He’s my other half. The person who keeps me grounded.

Little does Eric know he’s about to get grounded for the next eighteen years. I

doubt he’ll have the chance to miss me.

“What’s with the sad look all of a sudden, Sugar? Got something on your

mind? No worries, okay. Someday I’m going to make you Mrs. Cavanaugh.

After you go and get an accounting degree.”

Or maybe sooner. Or maybe not at all.

My brother is a good guy and I’m a dick for wanting to see this play out.

“What if I didn’t go? Or what if you came with me?” I hear Ginny’s voice

tremble with hope. She’s about to lay it on the line.

“You have to go, and I’m right where I’m supposed to be. My daddy’s

construction business is my life. I’ve known it since I was a kid.”

Damn, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I want to keep

listening, but I need a shower and if I don’t get wet soon, I’ll regret it when Brier

drags her ass home and hogs all the hot water.

I jump into the tub, rubbing the soap between my palms. I scrub my face with

the lather and use the fresh woodsy scent on my pits, and my cock, and what the

hell, in my shaggy blond hair too since it gets the job done quicker.

“You up, Eric?” Momma calls through the locked door to his room. “I need to

talk to you.”

Ginny has no time to get dressed let alone shimmy out the low window.

Instead, she wraps the top sheet around her. From behind the curtain, I see him

shove her clothes underneath the bed while she flees into the bathroom. She

presses her ear to the door, trying to catch what the voices were saying.

She shouldn’t do that. It muffles them.

“It has been a long night, so let’s cut to the chase, Eric. There is a rumor

around town Ginny was at Richardson’s Market this week—”

“Lotsa people go to the grocery store, Momma.” The springs squeak as Eric.

🔍In This Book You Find_________________

Some mistakes change the course of your future…

The one thing that’s made perfect sense in Ginny Adair’s eighteen years was falling for level-headed Eric Cavanaugh. Growing up wasn’t exactly the same kind of party for her that it was for her boyfriend. While Eric and the other quintuplets ran roughshod over their family’s Texas ranch, Ginny was hiding from a cruel stepfather with a compulsive gambling habit.

Uncertain if leaving for college might mean losing the one person she’s come to count on, all it takes is a single misstep for Ginny to unravel both of their lives. Now the entire small town is convinced Ginny always intended on cashing in on the notoriety of snagging herself a Kingsbrier Quintuplet.

Eric Cavanaugh’s infamously misbehaved siblings count on his dependability. Stable grades. Stable relationship with a girlfriend the rest of the quints agree is just about the nicest, smartest, most trustworthy person they know. But when Ginny’s actions prove deceitful, it leaves Eric’s solid plan to take over the family business on shaky ground and leaves him questioning if his brothers and sisters have misplaced their confidence in him.

To make matters worse, Ginny’s stepfather is proving he’ll do anything to get his hands on Eric’s trust fund. Eric knows Ginny isn’t like that and will do anything to earn his forgiveness… But a baby is a mistake you can’t take back.